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@BlackGeneral is a great novelist, envied by many, loathed by some. But before he was a novelist, he was a nobody. In fact, he really had no body... He was a stone. For centuries he laid down the road motionless. Years came by, seasons changed, deterioration was his everyday, stone-cold life... Pushed by the wind, he could not choose his direction to go.
One day he was sleeping like always, but he got woken up from a kick by a child. His once big stature have now become a lowly pebble.
"Heh, to be woken up by a kick from a child..." BlackGeneral scoffed at his own incompetence.
"Hey! This rock is beautiful! It's round and glossy!" the child proclaimed. BlackGeneral's stone-cold heart went doki doki for a moment and let the child have his way and went back to a soft slumber.
The next moment he was woken up with a bang. Due to his drowsiness he could only hear children yelling... "Gimme back my stone!", "Oh no, he's bleeding!"
A distant sound of an ambulance...
All he could do was watch.... But that day changed him...
He apparently took a few IQ levels with him when he hit that child's head.
The wind picked him up, and so he did it again, and again, and again...
Few years later
"Hello, welcome to our printing agency! How may we help you!"
BlackGeneral only smirked.
One day he was sleeping like always, but he got woken up from a kick by a child. His once big stature have now become a lowly pebble.
"Heh, to be woken up by a kick from a child..." BlackGeneral scoffed at his own incompetence.
"Hey! This rock is beautiful! It's round and glossy!" the child proclaimed. BlackGeneral's stone-cold heart went doki doki for a moment and let the child have his way and went back to a soft slumber.
The next moment he was woken up with a bang. Due to his drowsiness he could only hear children yelling... "Gimme back my stone!", "Oh no, he's bleeding!"
A distant sound of an ambulance...
All he could do was watch.... But that day changed him...
He apparently took a few IQ levels with him when he hit that child's head.
The wind picked him up, and so he did it again, and again, and again...
Few years later
"Hello, welcome to our printing agency! How may we help you!"
BlackGeneral only smirked.