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Deaden yourself a little
loneliest business in the world
sixty-something thousand words
in a day
"Not bad, kid. Not bad
at all."
That's what he told himself as
he got up from the desk
and looked around the empty room
and by gods, how empty
it was
just like the rest of the
house
and his heart
His reality
Writing,
the loneliest
business in the world...
The Great 0ne (short story) – by Bogdan Dragos
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writing for the rest of his life
he declared himself insane
before the world
and the world did worse
than not to
believe or ridicule him
The world
ignored him
He was an old writer
with a body
rotting from the inside
A cancer in his lungs, right
around the heart
Effort made him faint
Oftentimes the effort of sitting
on the toilet and pushing
But when he wasn't on the
toilet he
was at his desk
writing
And smoking. There was
a candle on the corner of his desk
always burning
The rule was that for every
seven minutes spent
not writing he'd hold his hand
above the flame for
seven seconds
His hands looked like decomposing
carcasses of mole-rats
but they could
still hold
the pen
He would go on writing
for the rest of
his life
all seven
hours of it
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What else could they possibly take away?
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Daydreaming as a profession 