A good majority of media is labeled as being "fiction".
Little do many know, it's all very much real.
If you write a story, then what you have is a story.
It's when you give it all details, that that story can become real, existing sometimes only just outside the realm of true observability, somewhere in its own reality.
Sometimes, when a sequel isn't made, when a future is not given by the creator of that thing,
the future can write itself...
And sometimes, just sometimes,
there doesn't need to be anything written at all to make it happen...
This, is one of a small handful of stories, which include both of such an occurrence.
This, is the story, of Samuel Willsworth.
A man with quite A Haunted Beginning...
"I don't know how, or why, but I just, started existing..."
"Since then I've been running, well... duck walking really... through my existence, saving one reality at a time."
"Where did it start? Like, as in my first adventure?"
"Oh man, it was crazy! There were these random people fighting some, demon or something, I think they called him 'Herobri-' Oh, right, sorry... should probably go in order..."
"Let's see..."
"Ah! I know where to start!"
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*Insert dramatic music*
Two best friends, normal right? Well not in this case.
Love, wasn't a thing in neither of their lives. But when each other entered, it...was awkward..?
A not so innocent blonde, and a very outgoing, annoying, brunette. Stuck between, just friends, or each other's love interests. What will they do? Will boys get in the way?, or were they always meant for each other...
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Avery and I were walking the field, talking to each other, or should I say just her talking and me listening.
We walk passed this tree then she stops.
"Wait! Can we sit under this tree, it's kinda hot, and also I'm getting lazy." I smile at her.
"Of course!" I say going under the tree and sitting down.
She walks over as well, I pull my hand out to help her, she takes it and sits next to me.
"Wow, such a gentleman" she mocks. I laugh at her joke.
I love that she makes me smile.