sure

got this idea

and don't think it'll work as a full book

so

short story

right here, right now

~~~

She opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around at her room, yawning, a she stumbled towards the bathroom.

She looked into the mirror, her muddy brown--

"Okay, wait, Author. Do you have any idea how cliche this already sounds? Waking up in the morning? Using a mirror to show how your character looks?"

"Shut up! I know you couldn't write it any better, Narrator!"

"That's because my job is to narrate. Yours is to write, and clearly you're doing a terrible job at it."

"If you're job is to narrate, then do it! You're job isn't to judge my story!"

"Um... guys? I can hear everything you're saying."

"Shut up, Protagonist!"

"Do you not even have a name for her yet? How are you planning to write a story when you don't even know your protagonist's name?"

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it! Now, stop judging and just narrate!"

"Fine! I'll narrate your cliche-ridden piece of trash!"

--eyes staring back at her. She ran a glittery pink hairbrush through her matted light brown hair.

"...At least her appearance isn't super extraordinary."

"Narrate!"

Once her hair had been brushed into place, she simply pulled it up into a loose ponytail.

She then walked down the stairs.

Or rather, tripped very clumsily, as she did every day.

"I'm assuming her clumsiness is going to make the hottest, baddest boy in school fall in love with her, right?"

"Shut up!"

She walked past her mother, who faced away from her.

"Bye Mom! I'm going out!" She called out

"Watch out for kidnappers!" her mother warned.

She laughed, simply brushing it off. Her mother told her the same thing every day. Kidnappings barely happen in real life.

"And then she gets kidnapped. OOOOH SO SCARY!"

"Stop being so sarcastic!"

She tripped all the way to the front door, and sniffed in the radioactive air.

"Radioactive?!"

"STOP SAYING THINGS! I don't think I can write this if you're just going to keep making rude comments! I think I might have--"

"No! Don't scrap it! This is actually getting good!"

"NO, PLEASE!"

"Well, that's too bad! I was going to explain that she's so clumsy because she has AN EXTRA LEG because of how radioactive her town is, AND that the 'hottest, baddest boy' in school was dead, because he thought he was too cool to wear proper protective gear! But since you've discouraged me so much, I can't write any more!"

"NO! PLEASE! STOP! RECONSIDER! I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

"No! Wait! I'll fix this! Just--"

She wailed and flung herself to the ground. Being scraped spelled out death for all the characters in a story, and she knew it.  

"I DON'T WANNA DIE!!!!!"

"I'll just have to scrap thi

~~~

Guide:

Narrator: Bold

Author: Italics

Protagonist: Underlined *ONLY WHEN SPEAKING TO THE NARRATOR OR THE AUTHOR, NOT WHEN SPEAKING NORMALLY*

Normal text is the narrator narrating things, and the Protagonist speaking normally.

that was really sad though

i might be able to actually turn the whole 'radioactive' thing into a story though. but without the narrator and the author intruding..

probably not

but we'll see