I sighed in content as I pressed the full stop button on the keyboard. I had finally completed my book. I straightened my back and put my arms up, stretching my aching body that was in desperate need of some type of movement besides my fingers on the keyboard and my arm reaching out to grasp my cup of coffee and put it to my lips only to put it back down after.
I stared at the screen for a second before moving the mouse and clicking 'publish'. Mentally cheering that my book was finally done, I stood up and did a little victory dance which was very embarrassing, let me tell you.
I made my way past our creaky stairs and stepped into the kitchen, looking for a midnight snack. I pulled out some leftover pizza from the fridge and put it into the microwave. I sat on the kitchen counter as I waited and just as my stomach growled, the microwave started beeping. "Shit that's too loud! Shut up you stupid piece of metal!" I scolded it as I took my pizza out.
I grabbed a can of Coke and went back up to my room, accidentally stepping on the creakiest stair we have and almost dropping my precious food. I scurried into my room after that and sat on my bed with my laptop on my lap and eating my pizza.
A post on Tumblr caught my attention. It was a link to a website, claiming that by using the method that was there, you could bring your favourite created characters to life. What is this? Kindergarten? People are so stupid. I shook my head but still clicked on the link and it took me to a weird website that looked like what the world would look like if you were high and drunk at the same time.
"I'm so confused," I whisper under my breath as I try to find out where to click. I clicked something and a pop up came up saying: 'Congratulations! Click here to find the spell', followed by another link. I clicked that one too and a blank page with writing on it.
The words were in a different language, maybe Latin? But I read it out loud in a whisper and then laughed at how ridiculous this whole thing is. After a while (which was really a few hours) I had fell asleep with my face on my laptop, sprawled out awkwardly across my bed.
That night, I dreamt of being a character in my own story I had just finished that night, being the best friend of the main character who, in fact, was a really hot bad boy.
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The Reality Of Fiction
Cerita PendekThere's a thin line between fiction and reality. There's also a girl who practically lives in the books she writes. So what happens when she can't tell fiction from reality?
