The Tome By Maritonn De Pauveh
"Look, I don't care that you want to write poetry Maritonn, it's prose that pays the bills and that's what you're going to write from now on. Or do I have give you another lesson, which is the last thing that I want to do." He said, cracking his knuckles loudly as he smiled, making it clear that he wanted him to force him to walk down the path of violence, because that was what his tone screamed.
"What bills do I pay with writing Jobo? I live off the kindess of my parents and that kindness can only be extended so far so I am going to enjoy what little time I have left to write as freely as I've been living for the last two solars. And that is not now or has ever been prose." I said, not afraid of the man who wasn't there, at least not physically. He was the voice of my doubt, given form y the power of my mind. And my doubt had been unusually cruel the past half solar. That cruelty had also made it that much stronger, so much so, that he could lay his hands on me if he focused hard enough.
"Well, if you had used these past two solars the way that I had strongly advised you to, you'd be a lot closer to making your writing pay some bills. But you had to be the stubbornly willful poet and told me to step off, as politely as you could, which i appreciate, but the time for me to handle you with kid gloves, is over." He said to me as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. "And clearly you're going to keep being stubborn until I beat into you the necessary level of awareness that you need. Just remember that you brought this on yourself Maritonn!"
Charles Petrie
"What bills do I pay with writing Jobo? I live off the kindess of my parents and that kindness can only be extended so far so I am going to enjoy what little time I have left to write as freely as I've been living for the last two solars. And that is not now or has ever been prose." I said, not afraid of the man who wasn't there, at least not physically. He was the voice of my doubt, given form y the power of my mind. And my doubt had been unusually cruel the past half solar. That cruelty had also made it that much stronger, so much so, that he could lay his hands on me if he focused hard enough.
"Well, if you had used these past two solars the way that I had strongly advised you to, you'd be a lot closer to making your writing pay some bills. But you had to be the stubbornly willful poet and told me to step off, as politely as you could, which i appreciate, but the time for me to handle you with kid gloves, is over." He said to me as he unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. "And clearly you're going to keep being stubborn until I beat into you the necessary level of awareness that you need. Just remember that you brought this on yourself Maritonn!"
Charles Petrie
Date
09-01-19
Time
23:27-23:46=19 Minutes
Word Count
09-01-19
Time
23:27-23:46=19 Minutes
Word Count
313
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