My biggest fear!A Story by AmadaMy biggest fear (Apart from dying)Me: *Sleeping* *Hears some noises* *Wakes up* *Creativity is packing it’s bag* Me: Where the hell do you think you’re going? Creativity: Who are you to ask? I can’t work here anymore. Me: …….. Humor: Creativity, I’m going with you. Me: Hey, hey, wait guys, wait. Please tell me what’s the problem? Humor: You haven’t paid our salary. You kept us on work by promising us 10 reviews each month. But you keep everything with yourself! Me: See guys, I am trying my best! At least, think about my friends! What would I serve them? Creativity: Any bullshit, we don’t care. We are going to our village, Skill pur. *They both leave* Me: Go, get out. I still have imagination with me. Humor: *Shouts from a distance* She left yesterday only! Me: *Crying* Stories: *Pulling my shirt* Kya hua papa? (What happened dad?) Me: *Crying* Kids, your moms have gone. Friend: Poor guy! Let’s leave. Now he has nothing to offer! My biggest fear is that one day I would run out of creativity, humor and imagination which I currently use in my stories. I would stop developing any new idea to give birth to new story on Writerscafe. Then, everyone would unfriend me. © 2018 AmadaAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on November 16, 2018 Last Updated on November 16, 2018 Tags: Creativity, humor, imagination, skill, satire, writerscafe. AuthorAmadaIndiaAboutAbout me? The lonely guy you just ignored because of his weird antics (talking to himself, poker face, cuddling stray animals, insure body language, smiling without any reason, blank stare, scanning.. more..Writing
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