If I was the author

I stood over his lifeless body. The author, they called him. I flipped through the pages of the book he treasured oh so dearly. I skimmed through the passages of stupid romances, predictable outcome; and clique endings. I was barely through the first quarter of what seemed like a never ending story, when I realized something was very amiss. I grabbed his precious pen, flipped to the blank pages in the back, and began to write. I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew one thing for sure, the people in this story are about to get a big surprise.

***Credit to my llama @FatToGAYmi11037
who wrote this with me.... We are so high it's not even funny