A young writer was walking the floor. A young writer was walking the floor. He was trying to find a theme of a story. The story was promised a redactor. The time was up but nothing had done. The young author looked at bookcases. "Too many books had been written-thought he-all themes had been used. For instanse, theese stories. They had been written a long time before my birthday. And they are good. Certainly, they were being read, they were told about, but now they are forgotten. What if... By the end of the day one of the forgotten tales was reprinted and sent. A letter from editor was sent the next day. Thats awful! wrote the editor- theese actions cant be understood and forgiven because this story was published in our magazine just 1 mounth before!