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MY ENTRY IN TO THE WORLD OF WRITING

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Submitted: April 16, 2008

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“Give me a pen full of ink and a mind full of poison; I could defame the most dignified personality of the world in JUST seconds”
Oh God, who the hell are you to say that
“Well, I didn’t say that.but those were the words flashed in my mind while attending a conference on the Ethics of Freelance Journalism in Chicago 1998.Iam not a journalist but a writer. I just write to my satisfaction, so let me try writing on something I deeply feel at this moment.”
There was no conference held like that and you have never travelled to America.
That’s the way it works mate, its called imagination.
Make sure you ware a helmet to keep the breeze away from your head; else your imagination would be carried away soon.
I used to enjoy these little conversations with my friend Eddie. Now I don’t know where he is, He left the city few years before and ever since no news. I kept on searching for that little spark to set me off to the world of writing. It never happened, or I never recognized it so far. I can’t wait any longer for the spark to happen ;so, I am starting my career in writing with blessings and permission from all the great writers lived and living in this small but beautiful world.
Let… me start ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Iam not able to start, its really difficult, I really wish for a writer’s ghost to enter my body at this moment...
Oh God help me...or
Oh Devil help me…
Yes ,someone is there for me ,I can feel it ,I don’t know whether it is God Or Devil, its working ,my hands moving and the letters started flowing from my pen till I finished my first story..
Full Of Rubbish
but
TRUE
Inspired by a ghost who awaits the final judgment
I was happy and sad, happy because I entered the world of writing, sad because it was not fully my creation.
I went straight to the bar to chill out. After having a couple of beer I started having this strong feeling to chat with the force who helped me to write. A dream, imagination or hallucination I started talking to someone invisible.
Why you decided to help me in writing?
I didn’t help anybody, I was helping myself.
Who are you, are you a ghost?
You asked for help to god and devil, so you know better
Are you from hell or heaven?
I haven’t reached there yet. Am waiting for my final judgment, before that they want me to be with you for some time.
Cool. Just chill down. Tell me what I could do for you
Keep on writing...as days go on, you will know better till then don’t ask me more...
To be frank it seems you are in trouble mate, as you named the story rubbish and the content is indeed totally justifying the name.
But its true, it happened. Let me narrate it once again for you...
Make it brief.
Debri-Zeit, Ethiopia
Everybody in the region knows David’s pharmacy. It was started by his great grand father Edmond Peter in late 19th century. David and his wife lived in Debri-Zeit with their two year old daughter Sarah.
It was 31st December, 2007, David opened the pharmacy at 10am.It was a quite but busy day .By 10:45 am a man came to his shop.
Good morning, my wife is having a sore throat, can you please give me something to smoothen .She can’t go to see a doctor today.
Good Morning, Iam sorry that I cannot issue any medications without a prescription, but I do have some lozenges which should be able to help.
Well Sir, my wife prefer something in the form of a syrup
No problem, we have it
David issued the syrup and the man left.
Couple of hours later the man came back dashing to the pharmacy with several other men. Upon arrival the man started shouted holding up the bottle of syrup...
“You killed my wife. What syrup did you gave.”
David tried his best to explain that the syrup he gave is just a smoothening agent for the throat and contain no medication.
The situation was going worse, more and more people gathered in front of the shop and eventually the police was called in.
Just when the police arrived David asked the people gathered to calm down and grabbed the bottle of syrup from the man and drank to demonstrate that it is harmless.
David only knows that, He fell unconscious in seconds and taken to hospital.
David today is still in coma so he doesn’t know what happened after that.
The man was arrested for murdering his wife by poisoning the syrup. His master plan failed.
I just couldn’t resist laughing at your story, what rubbish.
Yes it is rubbish but true. Wait for more to come...
“Give me a pen full of ink and a mind full of poison; I could defame the most dignified personality of the world in JUST seconds”
Oh God, who the hell are you to say that
“Well, I didn’t say that.but those were the words flashed in my mind while attending a conference on the Ethics of Freelance Journalism in Chicago 1998.Iam not a journalist but a writer. I just write to my satisfaction, so let me try writing on something I deeply feel at this moment.”
There was no conference held like that and you have never travelled to America.
That’s the way it works mate, its called imagination.
Make sure you ware a helmet to keep the breeze away from your head; else your imagination would be carried away soon.
I used to enjoy these little conversations with my friend Eddie. Now I don’t know where he is, He left the city few years before and ever since no news. I kept on searching for that little spark to set me off to the world of writing. It never happened, or I never recognized it so far. I can’t wait any longer for the spark to happen ;so, I am starting my career in writing with blessings and permission from all the great writers lived and living in this small but beautiful world.
Let… me start ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Iam not able to start, its really difficult, I really wish for a writer’s ghost to enter my body at this moment...
Oh God help me...or
Oh Devil help me…
Yes ,someone is there for me ,I can feel it ,I don’t know whether it is God Or Devil, its working ,my hands moving and the letters started flowing from my pen till I finished my first story..
Full Of Rubbish
but
TRUE
Inspired by a ghost who awaits the final judgment
I was happy and sad, happy because I entered the world of writing, sad because it was not fully my creation.
I went straight to the bar to chill out. After having a couple of beer I started having this strong feeling to chat with the force who helped me to write. A dream, imagination or hallucination I started talking to someone invisible.
Why you decided to help me in writing?
I didn’t help anybody, I was helping myself.
Who are you, are you a ghost?
You asked for help to god and devil, so you know better
Are you from hell or heaven?
I haven’t reached there yet. Am waiting for my final judgment, before that they want me to be with you for some time.
Cool. Just chill down. Tell me what I could do for you
Keep on writing...as days go on, you will know better till then don’t ask me more...
To be frank it seems you are in trouble mate, as you named the story rubbish and the content is indeed totally justifying the name.
But its true, it happened. Let me narrate it once again for you...
Make it brief.
Debri-Zeit, Ethiopia
Everybody in the region knows David’s pharmacy. It was started by his great grand father Edmond Peter in late 19th century. David and his wife lived in Debri-Zeit with their two year old daughter Sarah.
It was 31st December, 2007, David opened the pharmacy at 10am.It was a quite but busy day .By 10:45 am a man came to his shop.
Good morning, my wife is having a sore throat, can you please give me something to smoothen .She can’t go to see a doctor today.
Good Morning, Iam sorry that I cannot issue any medications without a prescription, but I do have some lozenges which should be able to help.
Well Sir, my wife prefer something in the form of a syrup
No problem, we have it
David issued the syrup and the man left.
Couple of hours later the man came back dashing to the pharmacy with several other men. Upon arrival the man started shouted holding up the bottle of syrup...
“You killed my wife. What syrup did you gave.”
David tried his best to explain that the syrup he gave is just a smoothening agent for the throat and contain no medication.
The situation was going worse, more and more people gathered in front of the shop and eventually the police was called in.
Just when the police arrived David asked the people gathered to calm down and grabbed the bottle of syrup from the man and drank to demonstrate that it is harmless.
David only knows that, He fell unconscious in seconds and taken to hospital.
David today is still in coma so he doesn’t know what happened after that.
The man was arrested for murdering his wife by poisoning the syrup. His master plan failed.
I just couldn’t resist laughing at your story, what rubbish.
Yes it is rubbish but true. Wait for more to come...


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