Diamond & Head Casper
The Windstorm

It is undeniable, comments labeled as garbage as has been widely spread by some writers who are misguided about the meaning of the promotion, still rampant in the application N.O.V.E.L.T.O.O.N.

Perhaps most writers, very much looking forward and consider romantic such comments. But make no mistake, there are still many groups of writers who do not heed even uncomfortable with PHP comments like that.

In addition, some authors also consider that spam comments are very troubling comments.

What exactly is meant by spam comments?

All right, let's see the explanation below!

Spam comments are comments that are not desired by the author (content maker) or commonly known as 'Junk Comments'.

Why do you say 'Junk Comments'? Because Kang Spam usually provides comments that are not in accordance with the content or content of the story. Even the comments he wrote were very shaky from the topic being discussed.

Spam comments are also various forms. For example; the comments are too short (like, present, spirit), ask for a return visit (do not forget feedback yes), comments while promoting (can greetings from my novel entitled 'Minta Ditabok') and many more types of unsettling comments that can be found in this most horror application.

Well, this explanation is deliberately written to correct misunderstandings about the meaning of spam comments. Because most authors mean that comments containing promotions are not included in the type of junk comments. In fact, the promotion is continuously carried out and in a frequency that is repeated, it also includes spam comments.

In fact, it makes the recipient become sick of even throwing up a rainbow like the expression of a sticker listed in the comments column in this application.

What exactly is the purpose of a writer sending spam comments on someone else's work? To get a lot of visitors? Or to increase the popularity?

Right enough. There are only two goals that they are pursuing. It doesn't matter that others don't read their work. It doesn't matter if someone else cheats them. It doesn't matter that other people just peek at their work, then turn right without giving the impression and message. They also do not appreciate their own work.

Why spend a lot of time writing, but after that his work is only to be trampled by himself?

What is the meaning of popularity without quality?

Self-defeating!

What exactly are they expecting?

A famous writer? But by taking the trash road?

Or even do self-justification under the pretext of survival?

Is that so important to a number? If no one is reading their work.

Ah, nevermind. Not everyone becomes a writer because they want to share knowledge. Not everyone is a writer to share their experiences with. Not everyone is a writer to provide education. Not everyone becomes a writer to tell the world that 'i exist'. In fact, not everyone becomes a writer to straighten out the wrong culture.

Because most people become writers just for fame and even viral. As an event of like-mindedness, and racing to be in the forefront. To be willing to do anything to achieve that goal, even though you have to trample the work of others with sweet words but full of deceit.

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Diamonds are still staring at his lappy screen. Rereading the defense comments directed at him. Never to be expected. There are those who support it all out in this.

How valuable is he to the seven heads of Casper? What is the reward received by the midget ghost during this mission? Who sent these creatures for him? Diamonds wonder in the heart.

But soon, he began to forget his question, which he should not have thought of at all. He should be thankful for this a lot.

God is indeed Fair. When his father was not on his side, God sent a helper god instead. Although in a very creepy form, but Diamond has begun to get used to even friendly.

Diamonds are in pensive mode. Thinking back to what was wrong with his writing? Why does no one want to read his work with all their heart?

At that instant, crystal-clear details rolled down the cliff face. Is he sad? Sure. Was he disappointed? Sure. Does he feel the worst? Certainly is.

If it's always like this, how do you achieve your dreams? Does he have to follow in the footsteps of Kang Spam who has millions of popularity? Even those whose ranks are labeled gold, but still like to spread spam comments.

So what exactly is their rank value?

Stunned diamonds. And then start to realize.

"No! I'll never be like them." The girl asserted to herself. "There's a head Casper who will always accompany my steps." His smile seemed to be blushing. "So, I'm not alone." Clenching one of his hands up, a sign of self-enjoyment. "I will continue to write, and improve the quality of my writing."

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The Publisher's office

The rainbow is struggling with her work. Input some important data into the computer. When he was serious and met with the white screen, suddenly a sound of a table shake made him a great aghast.

GEBRAAAC

"Eh, uh, kancong bedayong ...," said Rainbow with a special language while placing one hand in front of his chest. In addition to tomboy and stiff, it turns out this one girl also has a habit of talkative that refers to words that mean swear.

Simultaneously the girl turned her head towards the source of the voice. "Mbak Rindu," said Pelangi rather softly.

"I want to meet Mas Angin," ketus Cahaya Rindu, her cousin's sister Windstorm as she folded her hands in front of her chest.

Still remember, right?

Hearing the words of Long, Rainbow suddenly moved from his seat. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, Mr. Wind is nowhere to be found at the moment" Rainbow said, following orders from the Wind.

"You're not so stupid, you forgot who I am?" Missing emotional.

"Sorry, Ma'am, I don't forget how much Ma'am misses. If I forget, surely I will not recognize the face of Ma'am," lick Rainbow, but do not make Miss to be entertained.

"Ah, you always make emotions." Without understanding the words Rainbow, Miss then headed to the door of the President Director's room located about three meters from the Rainbow table.

But swiftly, Rainbow caught up with the girl and blocked the door by stretching out both hands.

"Rainbow .. how dare you!" Miss yelled with anger all over her face.

"Sorry, Miss. I was just running errands," Rainbow said as firmly as possible. He still held onto the body of Miss who was still trying to break through his defense.

Long the two girls struggled at the door, creating a commotion that sounded to the ears of the Room Owner.

SREEETS

"What is this storm?" The cold-pitched baritone sound was successful in making Rainbow and Miss stop the attraction and push-push action they did.

The rainbow turned to face the Wind, tidied up his monkey gray suit that looked a little messy, then bowed his body, a sign of respect. "I'm sorry, sir. If my actions bother you. I'm just following orders."

Hearing that Miss looked annoyed. "Then' yes, he forbade me to meet my own brother," said Miss while putting on a face asking for a defense. While his index finger pointed straight towards the rainbow. The rainbow just bowed, not daring to raise its face.

Making Wind sigh heavily, then shook his head inexhaustibly with the behavior of his cousin's sister.

"Yes, thank you, Rainbow." The wind appreciated the persistence of his secretary. "And you, Miss ...." He looked up at Miss, then said, "Follow me now!" The wind drags and breezes from there.

When the two arrived at the parking lot, the wind blew his check from Miss's arm. "How many times have I told you, never make a fuss in my office!" The wind looked at Miss with a frustrated face. Because, Miss always creates noise if it comes to his office.

"Secretary you are, you are so pretentious. I just want to see you, Mom." Miss even blamed Rainbow, as if that girl was the source of the commotion.

"The rainbow is just following my orders, okay?" The wind whizzed towards Rindu while ruffled waist. "What business are you doing here?" The wind stared lazily towards Missing.

"Seriously? Can I talk in the parking lot like this?" I miss putting on an unbelieving face.

"Tell me, before I change my mind!" The wind threw its gaze in any direction.

Miss snorting angrily as she said, "Basar has no feelings."

"What did you say?" Looking at Miss with a sharp look.

"No, I didn't say anything." Trying to avoid by putting on a grim face.

"Quick say! I'll have a meeting with Marketing soon." Glancing at the possessive circular time pointer on his wrist.

Forcibly, Miss took out a novel out of her bag and thrust it at the Wind. "Why did you refuse to publish this novel?"

The wind glanced at the script, then sighed violently. "Didn't I tell you why yesterday?"

"Yes, but can't the Wind weigh in again? We're brothers, Mom." Longing to wrestle spoiled in the arms of the President Director of PT. Maha Karya's.

"Mrrs, watch your attitude! If my people see this, what will they think?" The wind pulled his arm from Miss's hand.

"Ah, herein." Misses grumbling as if not caring.

The wind began to think of a solution, how to be apart from his cousin's sister who always overdone it. A moment later, his gaze caught a girl figure that he could make an excuse to dodge.

"Hey, you ...."

The girl halted her steps when the sound of the Wind sounded thunderous.

"I?" The girl pointed at herself.

"Yes, you." The wind slightly distanced her body from Miss, then ran towards the girl saying, "I have important business, you go home first!" He told Miss.

Miss looked frowning and putting her feet on the ground while shouting, "Mas ... The Wind ...."

But still, the wind does not bother.

"Come, come in" said Wind to the girl he called earlier, then dragged the body of the girl's level without looking back. The girl looked puzzled, but still followed the steps of the Wind.

After arriving at the lobby, the sound of the clouds stopped their steps.

"Mirror ...."