Trolling Myself

Astoria will always be a writer at heart, but that doesn't mean she was good at what she did.
When Astoria was merely a teenager, she wrote four chapters of an incomplete novel. She knew that it was the greatest thing in the world, and soon, she would be a famous author. Sadly, times changed. As Astoria became older, her mind warped into something cruel. Dreams boiled down to reality; rainbows and unicorns began to disappear. Now, what's left of Astoria is a wrinkly hag who loves to steal cookies from little kids.
Older Astoria is more pedantic about her writing. Therefore, she finds her old works positively revolting. Grabbing a time-machine and a bag of popcorn, she travels back in time to meet her old friend, Younger Astoria, to have a little chat.
This is a story about adventuring through broken similes and ugly sentence structures, finding friendships, facepalms, and other philosophical thingamabobs. It is quite the spectacle.