A Short Story of One Novelist

Abstract 0

It was a boring day like the others. But they were waiting for the signal that is related to the universe. Only one group of people understand the ‘blink’.

This group read the book named ‘The Hitchhikers’ Guide of Galaxy’. They started to wait for their towels and showed their thumbs. Illiterate people started to make some jokes about them, but they were ‘believer’.

One week later, nothing happened and it was like ‘2012, Apocalypse, end of the World, etc.’

Abstract 1

Nowadays people are frightened because of the virus. It’s a kinda specific virus, it spread from China via bats.
Almost every workers started to work from home especially white-collars.
Sometimes life is like a big joke that’s not funny.
For instance when you’re doing your military service if you are an ordinary soldier you cannot go outside once a week, because of the virus. That’s why I’m writing. That’s why I’m bored. That’s why I am boring.
Maybe five months ago one of my ex’s started to disturb me on social media. I was nearly close to finish my master. It was a strange day, actually was the night.

Abstract 2

Authors, sometimes cannot be understood by the readers. Maybe the writer wrote something about her/himself and s/he’ll read in the future.
I think everyone in the universe is one piece of the shitty puzzle. Every piece aren’t excellent but when you see two pieces of puzzle those are matched; they would be excellent. For instance, one obnoxious man cannot be matched with the dominant woman. It’s not possible. It looks like death with pain.
When you think about ‘Camus,’ death would be unnecessary. I think everyone has got a limit. That’s short or long. Weeps are drowning from your eyes, your skin like an angel, the purest white.
I am questioning myself, ‘God is white or black?’ Or ‘God has got any colour or not?’ Actually, the question is really ‘Black and white is colour or not?’

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