Chapter 1: COMENZAR

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CHAPTER I

As I put my eyeglasses down on the table, a strong wind hit my face so I immediately looked at the window that's slightly parted,

"May bagyo ba? Bakit ang lakas ng hangin" I murmured to myself as I stretch my body out being exhausted for a long day because I just finished the Epilogue of one of my story

As I raised my hand to stretch it my eyesight suddenly caught the figure of the small box under my lampshade table so I immediately took it and stared at this

"Hmm this is one of my reader's gift, but I don't remember puting it in" saad ko sa sarili ko dahil may Room ako kung saan doon ko muna nilalagay ang mga gifts ng readers dahil iniscan pa ito kung safe ba ito, dahil nung nakaraan ay maraming galit na readers sakin at pinadalhan ako ng mga patay na daga at kung ano pa kaya hindi ko dinederitso dalhin ang mga gifts sa kwarto ko

Dahan dahan ko itong binuksan dahil natatakot ako na baka patay nanamn ito na daga, pero napangiti ako ng isa itong ballpen, pero hindi ballpen na na karaniwan, isa itong ballpen na parang ginagamit noong nakaraang panahon, pero mas pinaganda lang ang Design dahil sa gold design nito sa bawat parte ng ballpen, pero mas napalaki ang ngiti ko ng makita ang Notes ng sender sa ilalim ng box

'The past is where you will learned your lesson.'

PS: For your historical story, Happy ending please author :)

Basa ko sa nakasulat sa note pero malungkot ako na ngumiti ng mabasa ang PS dahil hindi ko na ibigay ang gusto niya because I already posted the Epilogue of the story a while ago and sadly it's a sad ending,

"Nick! Nick! Nick!" halos mawala ang kaluluwa ko sa sobrang kaba at nabitiwan ang Notes dahil sa biglaang sigaw ng kaibigan kong si Jane sa labas ng kwarto ko, agad agad ko namang tinungo ang pintuan ng kwarto ko na kasalukuyang nakalock dahil ayokong may pumapasok sa kwarto kapag nagsusulat ako

Nang mabuksan ko ang pintuan ay nagtataka akong napatingin kay Jane, nagaalala itong nakatingin sa Screen ng cellphone niya at namumutla

"Anong nangyari at bakit parang nakakita ka Ng multo?" Nagtatakang tanong ko sa kanya pero imbes na sagutin ako ay dali dali itong pumasok sa kwarto ko at nanginginig na sinaksak ang laptop ko na kakapatay ko lang

"Tingnan mo! Trending ka sa Twitter" saad nito saakin ng tuloyan nitong mabuksan ang laptop ko

'Renowned novelist Shedron Nick Guevarra, also known by his pen name Nickyjailkery, faced a significant backlash from readers following a pivotal event in his highly acclaimed debut historical novel, "Written Love Story." In the latest chapter, the protagonist met a tragic demise in a manner that was perceived as brutally executed by the author.'

Pagkabasa ko sa post sa Twitter ng News Article, hindi ko alam kong kakabahan ba ako o matatawa dahil normal naman sa pagiging writer ang kagalitan ng mga readers dahil sa pagpatay ng Favorite character nila

"That's all? Readers are just upset because I killed one of their favourite character but as a time goes by they will forget it eventually" I said calmly, not minding the issue but Jane immediately scroll down at my new feeds and my eyebrows furrow as I saw the current issues that I'm acctually on

' Renowned novelist Shedron Nick Guevarra, who is also recognized by his pen name Nickyjailkery, has recently faced accusations of exhibiting homophobic and racist behavior. These allegations arose after he made negative comments on a reader's post regarding criticisms of his story.'

"That's all?! Nick this is a serious problem, your agency are calling you many times and your current followers on every social media you have are decreasing! This has a huge impact to your career" Jane said furiously, hindi ko alam kong anong post ang tinutukoy ng article but I'm pretty sure it's all about the psychopath reader who kept on posting negative and disturbing stuffs about my story

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 28 ⏰

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