The Composition called Story

Testimony of a changed world

Let me just begin saying this story will be so extremely short, that it shouldn't even be called a story. It should be called something like: "the-composition-that-was-extremely-short-but-its-creator-wish-it-to-be-a-story-so-it-will-be-call-as-such". Now that we got that out of the way, we can commence to explain why this story will be so short.

In a far, far away kingdom called La-la land, there was a young woman who was really bored at high hours in the daybreak, and decided that that was going to be the day she would break her way as a world renowned writer. Perfect. We have a future, money, self-fulfillment and community hours (reading to little kids, obviously) checked. She begun to write her master piece, the one manuscript that would make her famous, a life altering experience, a changer of souls. She decided to write a proclamation of honesty, inspiration and radicalism (don't worry, she didn't change her sex and name after it to Jerry McGuire) and in that same night, confident of her success, she printed her book, and send it to a publisher. Masterpiece, I tell you!

Then, she entered an amateur page of writers, to give counseling base upon her great experience as a surely published author. You couldn't image her surprise to read, almost in the same instant she entered the page, a history almost identical to her glorious piece! She screamed in incredulity! Less that 24 hours, and she had already been plagiarized! The disgrace of some people! She took upon herself to find if anymore of those amateurs had even thought something alike to her majestic work. The result? Thousand of stories similar, hundreds almost identical, and three with the same base and climax.

She understood then. Her work, in less than a day, had changed the world. She couldn't take that away from the masses. So, responsibly, and generously, this great author, who had changed the world, decided to give up her career so other could find the realities of life by themselves. She had done enough. Tired, after what looked like a live of work, she only could write a little and short testimony of her incredibly masterpiece. So, this testimony, which really should be called a "composition-that-was-extremely-short-but-its-creator-wish-it-to-be-a-story-so-it-will-be-call-as-such", became a story of honesty, inspiration and radicalism. And beware those who say something against it, because the weight of a world change by this author shall fall over them.

The End.