First step towards the horizon...
He is who, not defined yet .
And
He has been writing a novel for years knowing that it is not feasible to complete.....
Although he made different plans ,
Every other day either a character or a plot walks out from his novel , and after putting all effort when he brings back either of two or more, neither can be fit into this jigsaw puzzle. The story started never and pages after pages only the infighting of enemies are mentioned. Unanimity of animosity . If anybody to be booked for all these, so called crimes, it is the writer himself .
He had a plan to pen a novel which was already been written by his ancestors in a language that he never learnt. Learning is a crime and crime always been a language to perform. It was told that writer had had another plan , that is to stop living . This was the precondition of completion of anything and the stories too.
Recently a character has been added itself into pages . It has no gender , which text can specify , call or shout. When an element (living or dead , born or who will never be born) can't be described with a specific gender or the genders mentioned in Official Gazette then he will live with only option to impart justice .That is to kill it .The Infinite justice of killing has emerged as a basic dream since the birth of any definite plans so far thought or being executed . Hence he made few of his earlier plans renewed .So, to exhibit his justice or the plan , as the case many be, he needs to ornamenting the killing.
You know , I have to finish (it means reach or demise ,or anything that readers permit) all my plans by suppressing it , before the highest court can pass a verdict(let it be favorable or against ) , before media can auction(let the bell rings for zero value or call it for priceless tag ) few pages of my unfinished stories and before the millions of unidentified future writers will pen(let it be mousing) into the pages with an intention to finish the different angels of same unfinished novel. Series of unfinished stories can't be stitched perfectly inside the volume of a unfinished novels, so the paradox remains like a blur face ahead of a clear group photo. How can I allow anybody(not even somebody) to cut off the different angels of my four square circle?
He yelled .
The limit of horizon gone a little far ...
hypothetically on 2018/04/12 with the pace of earth's movement at unknown REAL time .
He is who, not defined yet .
And
He has been writing a novel for years knowing that it is not feasible to complete.....
Although he made different plans ,
Every other day either a character or a plot walks out from his novel , and after putting all effort when he brings back either of two or more, neither can be fit into this jigsaw puzzle. The story started never and pages after pages only the infighting of enemies are mentioned. Unanimity of animosity . If anybody to be booked for all these, so called crimes, it is the writer himself .
He had a plan to pen a novel which was already been written by his ancestors in a language that he never learnt. Learning is a crime and crime always been a language to perform. It was told that writer had had another plan , that is to stop living . This was the precondition of completion of anything and the stories too.
Recently a character has been added itself into pages . It has no gender , which text can specify , call or shout. When an element (living or dead , born or who will never be born) can't be described with a specific gender or the genders mentioned in Official Gazette then he will live with only option to impart justice .That is to kill it .The Infinite justice of killing has emerged as a basic dream since the birth of any definite plans so far thought or being executed . Hence he made few of his earlier plans renewed .So, to exhibit his justice or the plan , as the case many be, he needs to ornamenting the killing.
You know , I have to finish (it means reach or demise ,or anything that readers permit) all my plans by suppressing it , before the highest court can pass a verdict(let it be favorable or against ) , before media can auction(let the bell rings for zero value or call it for priceless tag ) few pages of my unfinished stories and before the millions of unidentified future writers will pen(let it be mousing) into the pages with an intention to finish the different angels of same unfinished novel. Series of unfinished stories can't be stitched perfectly inside the volume of a unfinished novels, so the paradox remains like a blur face ahead of a clear group photo. How can I allow anybody(not even somebody) to cut off the different angels of my four square circle?
He yelled .
The limit of horizon gone a little far ...
So ideally it is the Just which presumed for long and practiced by few , who got power to hold the justice in the way it should not be.
When something like was the central of the discussion a female character of the second chapter of unfinished novel,( or, if at all it can be termed as novel) the writer borrowed a character from a story of his enemy, named as prejudice, whose legs were made off worms.
Millions of worms immediately captured the brain of remaining pages, (or, if at all anything was remaining) and the brain of the writer started shouting for anything, but certainly not for a character. Anybody, whoever was newly born and had had small amount of thick white fat inside of their hard skull cell, declined to join with a writer, who has a big amount of belly fat by sitting hours to dream a dream story. Hence it’s the same vicious cycle of four square circle , which has no center point . Anything round or appears to be round should have a center , the writer thought. But none of the plots of his stories obeyed him. Now , it's certain that there will be no center of circle and or axis of square .Certain uncertainty is obvious, certain agony clothes all pleasures . Therefore The writer will never try to create any plot .Henceforth Plots will create themselves to dissolve. Eventually memorandum of misunderstanding between different character and plots really going towards the finishing line of a story which has already been published by a cobbler .The torn shoes and their soles have all foot print inside the room which hatches dark on every morning. Now onward all the published plots are in a queue in a hybrid system where He, the novelist, or the person who dreamed a dream novel, or an unestalished entity, whoever may be , is also a quantifiable number whose turn is doubtful to be turned up.
At midnight , sky is being illuminated with panic of being ....
hypothetically on 2018/04/12 with the pace of earth's movement at unknown REAL time .
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