A story of a ghost writer
The issue with a creative brain is that you can be so intrigued and soaked into someone’s words that you are hooked in an imaginary world.
Even if you realise that it’s your own psychological game, you still surrender to that imaginary voice. Probably it won’t last too long, just moment to moment emotions. It’s easy to fall in love with someone using one’s own imagination but it will be gone someday.
He is a ghost writer in Roma.
Most of the time he does copy writing for companies, or writing letters for strangers, some days he also writes about his life and made it to a fiction. He publishes everything online but never with his real name.
He could make ends meet with his writing skills, luckily, living in Roma doesn’t cost him a fortune. Part time he also babysits since he loves children.
One day while smoking, he received a phone call from a stranger. It’s a voice of a middle aged woman.
Hi, I read your work and I enjoyed your writing, I am wondering if you, if you could write a story for me. No, actually, a little book. Price as you like, money is not a problem. I want an erotic book about me, scenery as fifty shades of grade, I will be the protagonist who encountered countless guys. Help me with the imaginations about men and the plots as you can. Write me back if you are interested.
He was quite surprised, he had client of all kinds, this time is different. He took the deal without knowing where to start.
He came back home and dug out all his wildest fantasies. He stayed up the whole night, he never had what is called a bottle neck for writers since most of his writings are short with a clear goal. This is the first time.
He stared out of the window to look at Roma street in the dim light. And lighted up his last cigarette.
By the time he finished her story, he felt relieved. He typed “send” in his email box and went to sleep at noon the next day.
I won’t charge her a dime if she doesn’t enjoy it, I need some sleep now.
The woman called him back the day after and gave him a fair price.
I am exploded. Thank you. I will make this fiction my own life. I will send you money right away. What’s your real name by the way, if you don’t mind?
I am just a ghost writer, good luck.
Then he hangs up.
His name is Marco, this is his story, he is the protagonist, I am the writer.
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