The author

The Author

renowned author, that’s what they all call me, when I put that pen onto paper, best believe I already won, as I bring death to life, as I kill at everything, and I capture the hearts of those who choice to read my story. No one can do it like me, no one can beat me in this game. My achievements, is there for everyone to see, best author, six years in a row. And I only started six year ago. With six books published

All my peers hate themselves, for they can’t stop reading my work. They always say when will he finish, and I laugh to myself, saying “ when will I finish? I just began”

But I know it’s all because they want me gone, as they know they can’t compete beat me, and they apologise for even thinking about it. I’m just that person people love to hate but they can never hate me, because of the love they have for me. I consume them all, even when it’s painful when holding onto to that love. Even when that love makes them sick. Even when that love kills their souls. They will never let go off me.

Now, it might surprise you, but there is one individual who hates me, and when I say hate. I mean hate. The sight of me sickens them. When they are reminded of me, they feels nauseous, when they are given a piece of me, they throws it back to me. I have never been insulted like this before. But this one individual. This person never fails to critique me. Always hating, making sure, that I am aware of their hatred, they never fail. They are always there, leaving the most vile of comments about me. “ your book should be named boredom, as it kills all joy” whenever they see me they always make sure to remind me, that I am nothing but dirt. And that those who love me and follow me are deluded and blinded by dirt, and they never fail to remind them. These are saddest individual in this world, they have no purpose except to hate on me, they must be loser, it’s because they can’t be like me and my followers, they can’t get what we have, they are jealous, yet they are always smiling and laughing, I don’t understand. Someone with this much free time, they have to be a loser. Yet here I am, following them, trying to drag them down with me. But they keep pushing me back. And the only thing they give me back is the reminder of who I truly am. Why? Aren’t I the best?

“ It’s gotten to the point where I know that they are gonna be his, and I’m gonna be left with my , my dogs.“

And I’ll never forget this one comment they left me

“Theirs no achievement that can beat having a heart that can show mercy and compassion, that can cry for the weak, and mourn for the sick”

Their book. I’ll never let my followers read.