"Hello," The narrator sits patiently staring at the audience, "May I ask about your day or perhaps the weather..."
...
"Well then, I don't think this conversation is going to work out so how about I just do the talking?"
"Hmm? What was that? Oh well, onto the story then." The narrator stands and walks to their podium.
"Well at least I hope you're here for a story or else you wouldn't be on this website..."
"Alright, alright enough wall breaking for me let's start for real this time." The narrator smiles ready to share their seemingly important story.
"Hmph, if you were going to complain maybe I shouldn't have done this in the first place." The narrator pouts taking their sweet time not starting the story.
"Okay okay, I get it... I'll start..."
This story takes place with a dashingly handsome narrator and their not so charming writer.
The narrator laughs wasting more time. "I'm sorry I couldn't help it. I had the space I needed and... Hmmm, maybe it is time I started though." The narrator says thinking aloud.
The writer sighs heavily and the narrator finally starts their story that the readers have come for.
"Hello world." The main character says to their window.
"Hmmm... writer I change my mind; I don't want to talk about the main character anymore." The narrator advocates stepping away from their podium.
The writer looks angrily at the narrator not sure of their intentions stopping the story once more.
"Listen I get that you want to write a good story for people to enjoy and share with their friends and all that, but that's not what I want." The narrator states touching their chest where their heart would be softly.
"I've always been telling your stories up until now so could I be in one just once?" The narrator pleads with writer.
The writer looks sadly at the narrator not sure what to say, but knowing that the narrator couldn't possibly have a story, afterall they have only lived other people's' lives never their own.
The narrator staggers back violently hurt by what the writer never said nor cruelly wrote down, yet implied. "I-I, " The narrator bites their bottom lip holding back tears.
"Please," They whisper barely audible, "Just give me a c-chance I-I won't mess up... Please." The narrator sinks down failing to control their tears.
The writer sits quietly as the narrator weeps. The writer knows that they were the cause for the narrator's tears but cannot feel pity for them.
"This is turning out to be really sad story huh? The narrator sniffles standing up once more.
The writer smiles an idea peaking at them as they begin to write it down.
"I'll tell your story." Says the narrator defeated.
They walk back to their podium, drained and exhausted looking down at the new story for them to narrate.
The main character awakens to their newly found world and looks around excited, but what's this? There seems to be something amiss today.
...
"Writer what is this?" The narrator asks confused reading through the papers they have been given.
"They're all blank besides these two lines..." The narrator looks up confused from the stack of papers to the writer.
The writer shrugs a smile playing on their lips. Perhaps since I cannot think of a good story idea for the moment you will have to work out your own story, the writer does not say but happens to imply.
The narrator's tear soaked face is soon taken up by a million watt smile as they realize the chance they've been given.
"Thank you." The narrator says as the writer turns away.
I've already told your story but who knows if there is more to come, the writer implies back turned.
YOU ARE READING
The Odd One Time Story
General FictionStrange shenanigans ensue between a writer and their narrator.
