Short Stories

The Narrator

The narrator was late and has no idea what story is going on.

Oh my God, reader I am so sorry. I woke up late and the traffic was absolutely terrible. Anyways what story am I reading? Please tell me you know. Oh God damnit. Well let's see if I can do this.

So a little girl is walking in the woods. That's a good start right. It looks like she has a red robe on. This must be little red riding hood. "Sorry the beginning is g—. The cloak looks shinier than usual. Let me look back at the title. Huh. That's a strange title. Why would a story be called, "The Narrator". It just seems disturbing. Let's continue." As the little girl walked through the woods she came upon a red Corvette. "Interesting details. This story could be enjoyable. I, too, own a red Corvette." The Corvette had some tacky dice hanging from the mirror. "Dice aren't tacky." the little girl continued on. She came upon a building. She went to open the door and jiggled the handle. "Spooky, someone's at the door." The... Narrator... walked to his... office door. "Reader, stop Reading. Please stop reading. I don't want to die. The door is breaking, reader please. I beg you. Please stop, she's almost here. The door is broken, I'm hiding under my desk. Reader for my sake, please stop reading."

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