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Young Writers Society


Elelel

About Elelel

Someone is reading my biography?

Do I strike you as interesting?

No?

You're just bored?

Well, find something more worthwhile to do.

No, really.

Don't keep reading this.

I'm telling you it's not worth it. I'm going to stop typing in a minute.

I really am.

I swear.

Any minute now the writing will end. Then you'll have to find something better to do.

Look, you could do so much more with your life than read this.

Do you know how to play chess? You could become the world's best chess player.

No?

What about golf? I don't like golf, so you can have my share of talent.

You're a writer, right? So why do you go and write something brilliant.

You could dedicate it to me.

Or make a character like me.

Nah, on seconds thoughts I want 99% of the profits.

Well, come on then! Go and write a bestseller! I want my money!


Occupation

Proud in the ranks of the unemployed. Parentally funded!


I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint