Author's Mine(d)

Mining of crude imagination is the latest industry.Writers are rushing to the province of Utopia to dig out thevaluable deposits of crude imagination.This valuable grey matter is to be refined, processed and delivered to the readers.
Our author whose stocks of imagination had hit rock bottom,decidedto resort to this last option.On a gloomy day, our author arrived at the station of Utopia.A goods wagon containing crude imagination had just left the station.Writers were arguing at the station about the base rates of crudeimagination.These ores were formed as a result of the fossilization of youth imagination dueto high pressures of curriculum and the constant bombardment of zero-contentTV programs.
Our author starts digging in front of a dilapidated TV stand. This is wheremaximum fossils are usually found. He began digging frantically with his pen-tools.He digged all around the area with the sun following him from east to west innumerable times.No imagination for him...The author was distraught...But he plodded along.The forces of nature blew against him...His imagination fled his brain...he slipped into a writer's coma...
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A new batch of young miners were delighted to find fresh deposits ofimagination near the dilapidated house....The deposits were rich and of high quality and seemed to have leaked from theminer lying nearby...They wondered why he had come seeking fordeposits rather than mining from his own fertile brainlands....Why??????
At Room Number 308,State Mental Asylum his void eyes gaze at the plain white celing...People still wonder if he wonders why....