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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!


"The day, which was one of the first of spring, cheered even me by the loveliness of its sunshine and the balminess of the air. I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy."
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein