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Being a well-known writer is what they are born for, yet there are dark secrets that hinder something. As Aelia Rosenheim makes her name in the writing industry, Charlotte Millers starts to meet her tragic downfall as s...
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Are writers... Killers?
Writers are known to be versatile in different fields, such as romance, horror stories, and so on.
I'm currently inside my room, staring at my blank notepad— wondering how on Earth would I write a novel that would surpass my cousin's achievements in being a novelist.
However, being a writer is difficult, especially if you're writing because of pressure, greed, fame, or other factors—
Unless... You're determined.
My gaze turned to the family picture beside the working area— making me smile bitterly.
I was good at everything. My family adored me not until she came... Only when Charlotte entered the frame.
A loud sigh was heard when my timer rang. It's been four hours, yet I haven't even written a single stroke on my pad.
My eyes widened when I noticed how messy my room was. Am I this busy to the point that I tend to ignore my surroundings?
"Aelia!" I froze when I heard a familiar voice. The door swung open, and my dad came in.
"Anong klaseng kuwarto ba ito!? Ang kalat. Mabuti pa si Charlotte, napaka-organisado. Bakit hindi mo siya gayahin? Kaya ka nalalamangan eh!" He exclaimed and slammed the door after preaching. I bit my lower lip after absorbing what he said.
"Puro nalang Charlotte." I whispered to myself and grabbed my quill. I scribbled something on my paper while pouring my heart out. I must finish this draft soon or never.
I crumpled the paper for the ninth time. I'm not satisfied with what I am writing.
"Hindi naman ako ganito noon," I mumbled and started writing once again. I may not be feeling well.
My pen suddenly fell when my phone rang. I peeked through the caller ID, which made me frown; Charlotte was calling.
I took a deep breath before answering the phone call.
[H-help... S-sunny is... Is...] Her voice is full of pain. She's crying— she can't even finish a sentence.
A writer has the freedom to manipulate everything inside her story. They're the creators of their worlds, and their works impact the society where real people are involved.
Moreover, are writers indeed killers, for they can manipulate everything using their pen? Are they using a quill to kill?
Well... Who knows? Maybe?
A playful smirk suddenly plastered on my face.
"Oh Sunny, you're making my job and plan easier than expected."
The names, places, and events are just products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance of them, living or dead, is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!
