Michael

Among some of my friends, Michael is a joke that we have made time and again about the elevator in our gym. One day, one of my friends, knowing I was a writer, told me "What if Michael was real?" Which sparked the idea for this little short story.

I considered taking this down when I was updating my profile, but I decided to leave it up. I previously said I might continue it in a full length novel; this is no longer an option. I also have no interest in updating the story, so it's a relic of my fourteen-year-old self's style (which was actually not as bad as I thought it would have been), so there's my little warning. Do with it what you will.