This is a story I wrote in 30 minutes at 2 AM on my crappy phone (hence no title on the cover) in a burst of creativity. Paired with my self-induced insomnia, I have produced a completely made up account of the origins of The Thinker which is, frankly, a mess of grammatical errors (the story not the statue). The amount of times I've typed The Thunker rather than Thinker is too innumerable to count.
The Thinker is one of the most famous statues in the world and you need to google it.
Also a heads up, I will probably be posting more slap dash short stories on here that will most likely make me start wearing a brace again for my wrist because of too much texting...well...writing (yes, that really happened).
The things I do for you guys.
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The Not a Thinker
Storie breviWhile The Thinker is a famous statue representing philisophical thought, how do you think the statue feels about that title? Not too highley, it seems.
