"Wake up, wake up we have to go now !!
Run !!! Run !!! Run Johnny run , I can't take this anymore."
That is it , after this my dreams always start to fade like I don't remember anything except these sounds which tremble in my ear and force me to wake .
It had been 2 years since I left "Mysticland" .
I am in London now , living an ordinary life that I once used to live , back when I first got the chance to visit Mysticland.
Well about Mysticland , a land where you don't know about in the real world , land of dreams probably.. ummm as far as I remember.. they, the people of Mysticland called us "forgs" which in their language meant "outsiders " or foreigners .. they have Dragons, they have orgs , they have elves , dwarves and every magical creature that we read in books about .
But They also have many creatures that we don't even want to imagine . Such as , the Protectus.. in their world they call it sometimes fictional and some of them even call him the protector of their world ..well to my years I haven't seen any of them or heard about them except that no one can see them as they are creatures born out of pure light and great power..
So what is Mysticland and why I am bragging about it so much ,well some of you will be thinking it a imaginary or fictional story made out by some writer but nope you all are wrong
Disclaimer
The events told here are goddammn true and I , the author or writer don't give a shit what you think about this f****** story of mine..
Warning!!!!
May be 18+ or maybe not, well I don't think you will stop reading further if I told you not to because it is 18+ but anyway ..
May 21, 2017
It was a warm Sunday morning ,warm and warmer it got till I realise it had been noon and I am still sleeping..
"What a lazy person you are!!!" Screamed Anna . For those who don't who she is , she is my girlfriend, yeah !! Girlfriend (I have a girlfriend, I am not a nalla like you all) . What a great beauty she is and so great is her anger .
Well, I got up , brushed and bathed like you all nothing special .. at the dining table we both sat and had a chat about my profession.
I was not great at my profession , writing and writting all day long is my holy profession.
But even though I was living my dream , u wasn't earning it all ..
till date I have written 5 novels and got non recognition.. all fails and was fired from 6 jobs .Well today we both had to go to a party .
Josh Rushmond , a fellow writer of the same publication that I work in, had managed to gross over 600 million copies worldwide!!
600 million copies worldwide!! And 1 f****** Novel !! That's a huge and I working in same publication hadn't sold more than 100 copies of 5 novels , what a great shame .
Josh and my parents were friends and so do we are . My grades were good than him , I was more talented than him but how did he managed to do so is still a mystery for me..
At 8:30 pm We were right there at the party , we were welcomed by him in the most cheerful way possible. George McCoy , the publisher for our novels," Don't you two attended the same school??"
"Yes we do, sire." I replied
"But we are different " I added.
"That's something the whole publication is sure about " he taunted.
Yeah he was the best and I was the worst .
He had been the most famous writer in whole of England , the modern-day Shakespeare, that's what he was called.
The party was at its height then there was an announcement on the stage .
George went up to the stage and in his wildering voice greeted the man of the moments Mr. Josh Rushmond.
He awarded him with a big gold trophy like the one that they use in golden globe ceremonies.
Then he added , "we have one more announcement regarding retirement of one of our major authors , Mr.John Scott , we are greatly honoured by his 5 year service to our publications , he will be released from all of his duties from tomorrow."
Really?? Like seriously?? How can they retire me even without my knowledge ?? How ??
I was shocked , the most shocking moment.
I stood there silent and frozed, Anna was surprised too and her eyes were going wet .
We both slept that night without having any conversations over anything.
It was the first time that she didn't spoke about it maybe she knew I was too down and upset to talk.