The Black Pirates

Connecting Something To Be Connect And This Announcement

“That pleasantries are exactly what?” one of the authors looked up at the sky.

At that time the pen ran out of ink. A teenage author sits near his window. Staring at the blue sky while stomping the table felt annoyed. It seems that he has trouble finding the meaning of pleasantries that are often done by the characters in his novels.

“I can't write it anymore.”

Pemuda—sang author was quite unwilling to continue his story.

Near her was a cell phone. Chat messages from the green app ring, so disrupt the activity of a novice author who is busy learning diction.

The trees of hope planted through the records were not very satisfying. Small notes scattered, scattered.

He was flustered, wanting to move into another realm of records could not. The story was stopped, he muttered.

“Maybe when I give up it's better than having to connect all these stories.” The regret on his chest still wandered.

Learning diction is not as easy as folding paper into a plane. Commonly exhausted and feeling all this was an empty barrel of hopping.

The exhaustion he felt almost made his head throb. I almost forgot to open the green app. One message with a crouching sentence was read by him.

Akma Jaya: Why don't you write my story again, it sucks.

The author replied: This storyline makes me unable to sleep well.

The author turned off the phone. It's annoying, one word that's in his head. Stop writing stories.

He was still thinking about the title of the writing. And confusion. The note was said by him.

Asra Burona spoke on a quiet night. “The stars in the horizon singing with me tonight. Hi, I am lulled by the dream crib of a charming cloud.”

“What do you want? Become a star or a bright moon up there.”

Each does not care about it. What did Asra Burona say that day about all this? Hah, that's very very annoying, sih— irrelevant.

Boba under the bonfire talking, “Already, Kalboza. You don't have to be upset. Tonight's reflection tells a sign of how our fate, evil will be the same in the end. Either the perpetrator or his actions. There will be karma. Look at the sky tonight, the darkness is adorning with alarming clouds, the blowing cold and the stars. This weather feels very illustrative of the dark atmosphere in the past and present.”

“You fool—” Tabra interjects dislike of Boba's words which now act wisely with all his words.

Aisha curses the mouth of the Tabra whose behavior is irrelevant to the chant of courtesy. Tabra is so, does not know manners and is always irrelevant. Ah, that's this story.

Boba laughs. “There was no stupidity I felt other than meeting you, Tabra. You keep stopping me from saying such words and when I say you always stop by saying inappropriate words. What is ... You are now as if you continue to donate embers of anger in my chest or maybe you deliberately want to look good in our eyes all!”

“Already, you guys are frankly no noticeable difference, you two are the same. It looks stiff and I can't explain.” Kalpra follows the direction of the conversation.

Follow him along with them and he was quite interested in all the talk. This writing is stopped.

The author sighed. “My writing is really ugly.”

At one time, the phone that had been turned off by him was back on. Look, the message is piling up.

Holy hooch! Friend taste opponent. His friend criticized the previous episode. The more obvious the Author is now increasingly solidifying the intention to stop.

Back to breathing. “It turns out writing stories is not as easy as I've imagined.”