[ WP ] Every single time anyone begins a story , from a grade two assignment to a 300 page novel , it creates an actual universe where the stories laws and characters are real , and are at the mercy of their creator . Unfinished stories create a hell like no other .

Five of us sat around the fire that burned in the pit we dug up earlier in the day. However, this fire was anything but ordinary. Heat still flooded from the flames and made my legs itch with intensity. But the flames, the flames didn ’ t move. They were stuck in time. In fact, so was I. So were my companions. In fact, the world around me was completely still. 
 
 Over the past two days, or so it seems, I had attempted to move, even in the slightest. A twitch, or a smile, or even a blink seemed all but impossible. My eyes completely glued to the darkness that had taken over the woods we all sat within. We were miles within the deep Maine wilderness. It was my first time camping and I had hoped it would ’ ve gone smoother than this modified Hell. 
 
 I was essentially stuck in my own head. With this came endless thoughts questioning why, and how. Nothing I could think up could even explain this situation. Although it had been seemingly days, I had not felt hunger, thirst, or even need to void myself. Endless thoughts just raced through my mind, and that was all. 
 
 The thought crossed my mind of whether this was death. The mind can do incredible things. But could it leave me in a seemingly endless state of thought? At this point anything was possible. 
 
 I wondered if my friends too also were prisoners to their own thoughts. Unable to move, there was no way we could possibly communicate. My girlfriend Jane sat next to me, and yet due to the noise in the woods which tore my attention to the darkness, I couldn ’ t see her. At least that would ’ ve provided the slightest comfort my – or our, condition. Although, with every part of my being I hoped she wasn ’ t going through this like I was. In fact, I hoped her consciousness left the second this all began. The uncertainty however simultaneously drove me crazy, and still, left me sane. 
 
 For now, it seems there ’ s nothing I can do but wait or go crazy. Possibly both. Likely both. I just know there is absolutely nothing in the darkness I stare at, that could possibly be worse than this. In fact, I hope it kills me. 
 
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 The wind blew outside the window of the old author ’ s house as the sun began to set. 
 
 He had been sitting in his chair for the past two days. The computer screensaver flashed with pictures of exotic woodlands from his numerous hiking trips. The authors eyes, wide open, staring straight into the photographs. 
 
 The heart attack took him quickly, yet no one had yet come to notice. His newest novel, halfway completed, could now no longer come to end. 
 
 The last line he wrote sat beneath the changing pictures on his screen. 
 
 “ Jack sat peacefully in his camping chair, hand in hand with his girlfriend of 3 years. A noise suddenly arose from the darkness of the Maine forest. Jack swiftly looked into the black night, and thought… ” 
 
 ( I apologize for any grammar mistakes, in class atm: ) )
