The Author
The sky stayed white. No stars. No sun. Just blank page. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere. *ENOUGH GAMES. IT IS TIME TO DECIDE WHO GETS TO EXIST. -THE AUTHOR* The woman in white flinched. For the first time, she looked scared. “No. Not him. Not yet.” Sinner stood. Chair scraped loud in the quiet. Put himself between me, Lily, and the porch door. “Who’s ‘him’?” The Author didn’t answer. The house did. Walls turned translucent. Pages. We were inside a book. Ink lines instead of studs. Margins instead of windows. And at the top of the sky, words appeared. Burning black: *CHAPTER 21: THE AUTHOR* My blood went cold. “He’s not in the story,” I whispered. “He writes it.” Lily squeezed my hand. “Mommy, the other me is gone. The window’s empty.” She was right. The second Lil
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