Plagiarist Paybacks
Let Them Fall
It all started around midnight.
As most writers have experienced, sometimes, the intense thoughts, pour through your mind unexpectedly, like a waterfall.
She had to write them down, before they evaporated. Before they were gone, like a bad romance.
Her hands could barely keep up with her mind.
There once was a "writer," with no words of his own, he waited till another wrote a story or a poem. Then he stalked the pages of the ones awarded most, with praise. He'd rearrange the content, though sometimes, he left it just the same.
Then he cowardly typed his name over the author of that piece, claimed it as his own, titled ill-mannered Plagiarist.
All the writers gathered round to bring an end to his disgrace, but they couldn't pin him down, that poltroon didn't use his face.
Some swear words would feel nice to use, but she declined to take the bait, she didn't want his lack of taste, to fill her talent up with hate.
So, instead, she wrote a story to point out his nastiness, let others know to look out, and let their hard work do the rest.
The heist is, he could never write like that.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (9)
Excellent. You tell them!
You're right, the reason he steals her words is because he sucks at writing. He loses out in the end, because he's never going to improve if he just keeps nicking other people's work :/
Bravo! That's some well-earned victory for her x
Yesssss!!! 👏👏👏. This is great, Kelli.
Oh I loved this! So inventive and so awesome! A great idea and you really nailed it.
Almost makes you feel sorry for the poor schmuck. No, not really. Nice job, Kelli!
A most egregious heist, indeed!
I loved this! Not what I was expecting at all!
Yah- baby! You tell 'em!