I couldn’t find the romance one, but here’s another one. I wrote this, like, ten years ago XD Enjoy my non-edited writing. It was for a flash fiction contest. It’s quite short.
I’m sick and tired of writing cliché. But what else can I do? I’m an inexperienced writer. Can’t help it. So what?
Don’t you want more than that?
Who’s there? In my head there’s only me. Ridiculous.
No, it’s not ridiculous. Look, I’ll help you if you help me.
Who is this?
I don’t know. You’re naming me, right?
Are you my nameless character?
Oh. Ok. Wait, how can you talk to me?
Strange things can happen, you know.
So, do you have any preference?
You’re letting me choose?
Great! Make me a man, dark hair, blue eyes, handsome, make me handsome and, oh, call me…Peter.
Carrie, I love my new deep handsome voice.
I’m gonna make you a humble hero. Not a narcissist.
No changes. You said you would let me choose. I like me this way. Now the story is complete. Come with me! I’ll help you create a story much different from your imagination.
Now! …No! Don’t erase your words! Wait, I’m just coming out of the paper… I—
Finally. Back to normal.
“Carrie,” a deep male voice said behind me. I turned around and saw my character, Peter, standing there with a big smile on his face.
“Oh, no…” I could only stare in disbelief.
Then from my paper, all my characters started to pour out. The elves, the leprechauns, the baby dragons, the knights with swords, the king, the queen…luckily we were outdoors in a park. No, wait, this is not lucky at all. What if someone sees us? What if the police think we are a bunch of lunatics thinking we are part of a fictional story? Why am I saying “we”? This is all Peter’s fault.
“Is it really just my fault, Carrie Laurie Green? You gave me a ‘choice’ so it’s all your fault,” Peter said sternly looking into my eyes.
“Now we are out!” said the King Hemfry suddenly. “We shall conquer the world!”
“Wait, wait, wait. I did give Peter choice, but you all have to remember, I can change the story, too,” I said grabbing my pencil and paper.
“Stop her!” cried the King.
Frightened, I got up and ran down the street. People stared as my characters passed them. I couldn’t write while I ran. I needed to find somewhere to pause. I dashed through the streets to my house praying Mom won’t ask any questions. I yanked the door open to find her standing there ready to go out.
“Hi, sweety, what are you doing in such a rush?” she asked in that motherly tone of hers.
“Nothing, just going up to my room. Forgot something. That’s all,” I hurriedly said. Then ignoring her following questions, I went up to my room. When I got there I was panting, completely out of breath, and felt much like I had just run the marathon. With great effort I jotted down a few words in my notebook as I half sat and half kneeled on my chair at my desk.
Outside, I heard screams and shouts but kept on writing. I could hear footsteps outside my bedroom. I felt shaky but I kept on writing. The door burst open and I looked to see Peter, the baby dragons, and the elves standing there. I looked back to my paper. Just a few more words…
“Carrie, you wouldn’t dare!” Peter said, sword in hand ready to leap at me.
I looked at him square in the eye and said, “I would.”
Then quickly I wrote in the last few words. Peter leapt at me and the baby dragons got ready to blow fire into my face. The elves ran to me. I braced myself and shut my eyes. But nothing came. When I opened them, my characters were frozen in space but soon began to slowly disappear, leaving no trace behind. I looked outside and the King, Queen, and leprechauns were also disappearing. Mom was looking at the blank space with terror from inside her car but soon resumed her driving. The police that had gathered went back to their station like nothing had happened.
I smiled, put my pencil down, and looked over the last bit of my story.
“Peter, a handsome narcissist with dark hair and blue eyes,” it said in clean print. “suddenly appeared out of my notebook as did my other characters,” it started in frantic messy handwriting. “They chased me to my room and scared the neighborhood people. Just as Peter and the others were about to attack, suddenly all my characters began to slowly disappear into thin air. No one will remember them except for me. The End.”