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Bogdan_Dragos

interviewing unpublished writers

he did have a dream

of becoming a

writer

in his youth

but youth doesn’t last

forever

One day he grew up

and had to pick

a real

job. He studied journalism

and became a reporter

It was today’s task

that reminded

him of

the old dream. He had to

interview unpublished writers

A lot of them

and the general

question

was

“Why do you write?”

The answers he

got were

quite diverse

“I don’t know,” said one

writer. “I’m just trying to

recapture the feeling I had in

childhood when

my mother used to beat me

until I fell unconscious

and dreamed that

she loved me.”

And another said, “I’m not

sure. I just write

because I can’t

do anything else in life.”

Another said, “I’m still trying

to write the perfect

suicide note to leave

behind. I swear to God, I will

not kill myself

until I write it! That’s

what makes me a writer.

It’s stubbornness.”

“Me? Oh, I’m not a writer. I just

jot down elaborate

torture scenes involving

my ex-husband. If you’ve

read ‘The Room’ by Hubert Selby Jr

you know what I’m

talking about. But nah, I’m not

a writer. It’s just my… way of…

yeah, I’m not a writer.”

“I keep trying to put my dreams

into words. That’s the

kind of writer

I am. Not much of a writer. I

mostly dream about being

raped by my little sister while

our parents are

watching TV in the living room.”

“Who told you I’m a writer?

Well, I mean,

I write stuff, but honestly it all started

because I wanted to impress

some girl. It didn’t work,

of course, she went with another guy.

Since then I discovered that

I’ve a cuckold fetish and all my stories

portray it. I’m not

proud of my work.”

“I’ve seen a man die

before my eyes

when I was a kid. So logically

I started writing

stories about soap carving. I don’t

wanna talk about it. Thanks.”

"I suffer from quite

a nasty

case of claustrophobia. Every time

I come out of

a closed space I get this

inexplicable urge to write. But yeah,

it happens only when my issue gets

the better

of me. I've only written about

six thousand pages or so."

“I killed eight men.

That’s all

I gotta say. Thanks.”

“Well, I guess it all started with

little animals. I loved

to place them in extremely small

cages and then just

watch them day after day

as they grow thirsty and hungry

and desperate. I started writing down

the evolution of their

misery. I grew out of it

when my mother had an accident that

left her paralyzed.

I watched her then. And I learned

a lot. Now I can create

fictional characters that go through

the same. I’m quite good at it.”

“My neighbor has a mentally

ill daughter.

She’s quite cute and… you know,

writing fiction is the only

way I can live

my fantasies with her. Oh, I’ve written

so many thousands of

pages.”

“I’m a porn addict. It’s gotten so

bad that I can’t get

hard with real women

anymore. The only thing that gets me

hard now is

imagination. I write about

the times when I heard

my mom

having sex in her bedroom

when I was a child. The fact that she

wasn’t doing it

with my dad… somehow gets

me hard. So that’s why I

write.”

“I have… restriction orders. The only

way I can reach

the people I want to

reach is through

writing. I’m not happy about it.”

“Why do I write? Well, how else

can I explain

what it feels like to be buried

alive? I mean literally.”

“I am The Holy Spirit.”

“I’ve been abducted by

aliens. Multiple

times. It’s going to happen again.

I know it. I’ve nothing

against it. They

are working on my

brain. This is a blessing. I am

the chosen one. Have you

read my writings? You

should, before I get

published and they censor me."

“Are you kidding me? Why do I write?

Hey, you really don’t know

who I am? I am the woman

who died and came back to life. If

someone has something to

say… that’ll be me. Have

you read my books? They're all online!”

“Huh, why do I write?

Because fuck you, that’s why!”

“Honestly, man, I don’t

know.”

“I actually don’t

write.”

At the end of the

day

the reporter

remembered why he never

made it as a writer

himself

and the next day

he interviewed more

unpublished

writers

***

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