There’s nothing worse that can happen to a storyteller, than to use up all his stories. That time, when he faces that empty new sheet of paper and says to him self “there’s nothing more”! At that exact time, the storyteller won’t give up that easy. He would amount to some desperate measures. No doubt, he would try and tell his own life story. What he doesn’t know is that during all that time he was telling other people’s stories, he didn’t write his own. There is nothing to tell when you look back at his life. He is nothing more than a mere storyteller.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
– That kid must have an amazing sex life – they would say. And they were right. You should hear the stories he was telling everyone. He was talking about things people haven’t even seen on TV, sometimes things of which most of us haven’t even heard of!! People were talking, but, I always knew he was a nut-job. I knew I was looking at a lonely soul, a child trapped in a grown-man’s body with an imagination so vivid, that even Stephen King could envy him.
One night, we sneaked into his back yard and took a peak at the window that was illuminated. We saw him, sitting in his chair in front of the TV, watching Star Trek or SG-1 and masturbating. We didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. My “companions” decided it was best to make fun of the poor guy, so they started banging on the window, making strange noises and taking pictures with their phone-cameras.