The Part of Me That's Real (discontinued)

Wonderful World!

"Ding, ding, ding!" The alarm clock shouts as the sound repeats over and over. Then you say to yourself, "That damn dream killer, always at the worst of times!" You forgot that you live alone and remember that no one can listen to your pointless rants anymore, not that anybody listened in the first place. You push the curtains wide open to let some light in, the bright Sun's rays pierce through the windows impaling your eyes with light "Ugh, another day, same me." You mutter in a tired voice. But then you feel that something is wrong today... something is very different, however you can't quite put your finger on it, regardless you go to brush your teeth. You brush your teeth as per usual and do your daily morning routine but just can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. Maybe you have a new power where you can see the future or one that will allow you to move objects with your mind! "That's ridiculous" You say, trying to deny that you believe in stuff like that as you pull your hand out and try to move the apple with your mind... to no avail, obviously. You give out a quick smirk realising how dumb you look right now and swiftly pull your hand back, which was reluctant but eventually gave in. Then you turn on the the TV to hear a song older than you. Sam Cooke's, "Wonderful World". You find out that you can relate to this song quite a lot, well only the parts where school subjects are talked about but you enjoy it nonetheless, then that feeling comes back. Its the feeling of a false reality a microcosm of a true reality. The thought frightens you. But this is no time to have an existential crisis. No sir!

Then you feel the cliché "cold shiver that goes down your spine" feeling. You shrug it off. The uplifting song comes to a close with a final "What a wonderful world this would be". But of course the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows as you work a simple office job, which pays well but isn't your dream job of being a writer. The free will to write whatever you want regardless of whether people like it or not. It's a nice privilege. But not many people have this privilege and you certainly don't. "What do you mean 'I don't'?" You question. Wait... how can you hear me? "What the hell? Who are you? Show yourself!" You exclaim like a patient in an insane clinic. "I'm not insane!" you yell, "As a matter of fact, you're the insane one! Who are you and what do you want!" Me? Well I'm your creator. You and what you think is real isn't real it's just something I'm writing on a random site because I wanted to write a short story. So this is basically a passion project. Did you get that?  You were shaking. "Everything that I see is...fake?"

Yes. All that you can see, feel, touch, hear and smell isn't real: well all except me of course. And just so you know... I have full control over you and your story.