"hehe this would sell for millions of gold!."
After walking for
2 miles because he could not afford a carriage alyosha finally arrived at the 'mason publishing company' he walked confidently but he is broke and after turning alyosha's cabinet upside down what he found was just not bad looking clothes, almost all of them have holes and would make him look like a beggar, he probably got lucky.
"Ahmm.. can I meet the manager I would like to publish a novel masterfully crafted by a genius author."
The attendant looked at him with disgust but as the rule of the company they needed to inspect the work before trashing them, the attendant replied with.
"Bring your work at the counter the manager would.. inspect them if you got lucky, I mean he would inspect it."
I was smug then I replied with.
"You wouldn't regret publishing this masterpiece."
It was required to write your address so they can locate you if they want to publish your work and agree on a contract, shortly after signing the documents I left and got home waiting for the response.
Three days later, no response even came, alyosha kept on eating roasted potatoes eagerly waiting for the response.
"I can't just eat these flavorless potatoes forever, if they acknowledge my work all my plan on changing the course of this game would fail, and so I must wait."
So why was alyosha's masterpiece of a novel ignored?, well it is obvious he has horrible hand-writing.
In the 'mason published company' one day prior after alyosha published his work.
The manager looked disgusted with all the books and novels that have been collected.
"What the heck am I even reading."
The manager was dejected after reading the collection of literatures.
I was a prominent writer before but because of an accident my dominant hand lost their functions, now I'm just an inspector and a manager of my good friend's company.
After a while of the Manager's reading and now all of what's left was a 120 page horrible hand-writing monstrosity.
"Who writes like this?, is this written by a f*cking chicken, heh it's 120 pages too, huh? 'the stupid' what kind of title is this, I'm starting to hate my job but I need to read all of this, mom please save me from this, ugh God."
The manager has no choice but to read the horrible hand-writing monstrosity, but something unexpected happened.