BOSTONFICTIONWRITER
The Wizard Of Literotica
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This would be bashing someone Freddie. This is what bashing is. Calling someone names for no reason at all. Belittling them without proof. You should get a dictionary and read it sometimes.
Erin
For no reason at all?
First you shit on my stories, something I've never done to your stories. Then, big bird joins you in shitting on my stories. Now, this other dyke bitch makes a list of insults.
Yet, I have no reason at all.
Fuck you and your bastard baby. I'm done with you three witches. I should have written my story about you three.
Now, I've asked you, Erin to leave me alone, but you won't. Then, you turn this around blaming me and acting like I was the one who started this and you are the victim. You did this. You purposely did this because you were pissed that you had to go back to work (lmao).
Instead of having a nice time here writing stories and one another encouraging our writing, you are so disturbed that you don't even see what you do. Truly, you are fucked up and you know you are.
Then, you have your two cohorts to back you up.
So, bash away. I'll have a chapter printing every day for the rest of the month. Now, you can gather all your friends and 1 bomb every chapter, as you have done with the first 4. It doesn't matter. Each one is another point in the Survivor Contest, the one thing that you admitted to me that you most wanted (boo the fuck hoo).
I've already done what I needed to do. I wrote the story and it pissed you off that I'm still writing. You thought I was gone when I didn't post for the month of August, but I was on vacation. I was traveling. Something you cannot afford to do apparently.
You should see my tan. I look like a native.
I told you, I'd be happy to send you some money to fund your vacation in a rubber room somewhere. You can take the other two bitches with you and I'll pay for them, too.
See, that's the difference between us, Erin. When you shut your computer off, you're stuck with your bad, sad self and your little life.
Conversely, I have to money to go anywhere, do anything, buy whatever, any time.
Is that what this is about? You're jealous? Is your husband unemployed again? Has he been drinking again? You guys aren't getting along again? You hate your life, don't you. You're pissed off that you must work to make ends meet. You really don't want to go back to school. You hate teaching those ungrateful kids. You wish you had a life like me.
You wish you could have hit the lottery like me, huh?
You guys really hurt me with all your mean remarks. I'm crushed. Then, when you erase my red H's, it's just too much for me to bare. Lastly, when I write a story and pour out my heart only for you to bash it, well...it makes me want to buy a new Ferrari to ease my pain.
I think I'll buy a blue one with red leather seats this time instead of the fly yellow with black. The black seats are too hot in the summer. Oh, and ashtrays of my Bentley Continental GT are dirty and I don't even smoke. Maybe, I'll buy a new one of those, too, a gold one. That should make me feel better.
Ah, what the Hell, I'll just fly off somewhere and go shopping. Yeah, you really get to me with this foolishness. It's a good thing that I have all this money to ease my pain. Thank God for the Massachusetts State lottery.
It sucks to be me, huh? Surely, you wouldn't want my life. I don't have to work, unless I want to and unless I'm bored. I can do whatever I want whenever I want. Sadly, I chose to spend most of my time writing.
Do you know why that is, Erin? Because I won the lottery in 1990. I've had 18 years of wealth. Moreover, I invested in real estate and pulled my investments before the bottom collapse and put my money elsewhere.
I have more money than I know what to do with, which is why I give so much of it away. How much did you donate last year. I dare say that I donate more in one year than you earn in ten years.
I can stay home and wander my property or go away and stay at a swanky hotel for some pampering. Maybe, I'll go to Vegas again. I haven't been there in 3 months. I'll take in a show and do some gambling while you three flap your gums over how much you hate me.
Well, I hope that I've given you real reason to hate me, now.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"