Starving Artist

They found them in a box inside his closet after he died. Pages and pages of unpublished work. Each one had the same strong voice; each one was a mini masterpiece. He had delicately chosen his pen name, one that suited his physical features and intellectual prowess. He was unknown to everyone aside from the living members of his immediate family and a small group of friends that saw him every once in a while. He was never famous. He never had enough money for the reading fee.