OSUCHUKWU MARK ANTHONY ~ Awesomeness Of Writers

Writers are immortal. They do not
die. Their flesh might be lowered
below the mother earth but their
writings will live long like the
earth. Writers are webs. Different
works of life warped together to
form a web called writers.
.
.
Do you know that a writer is a
footballer? Yes! He dribbles the
mind of his readers.
.
A writer is a tailor. He weaves
millions of words to form a
beautiful fabric of words.
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A writer is a sculptor. He carves his
characters to his satisfaction and
specification.
.
A writer Is a painter. He paints his
own world with the ideas in his
head and a willing biro.
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A writer is a god. He creates his
own characters, gives them shelter,
marry for them, gives them food
and clothing and kills them at will.
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A writer is a magician. He holds
his readers spellbound with the
hypnosis of his writings.
.
A writer is a doctor. He treats age-
long emotional ailments with a line
of thought.
.
A writer is a police man. He arrests
the minds of his readers with his
writings and grants them bail as
soon as the reader flips the last
page.
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A writer is a driver. He drives you
with his story to the destination of
his choice.
.
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Finally, I am a writer!
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Mr banks!.

Osuchukwu Mark Anthony, alter ego (Mr Banks) is a Nigerian creative writer at (april7inks).
A writer of series of witty and short thought provoking articles draped in decent humour and luscious imagery.

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