[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - Another Call for Moderators Edition

I've never written a story before, but I decided, why not? Here goes nothing. 
 Please leave criticism/advice 
 
 
 
 With this pen, I can create anything that I so choose. Whether it is a businessman whose spouse had decided to leave him overnight or a distant planet where the inhabitants live at the hot, extreme center, I can will it to life. Whole personalities are drafted in mere hours with no more complexity than combining letters into endless strings. These creations of mine feed off of ink, breathe through papery fibers, and sleep endlessly at the close of a cover. 
 
 In a way, my creations are better than life itself. Maybe I would be better off in a book rather than an office chair. I ’ d rather live on inked ideas than my afternoon whiskey. That ’ s the one fatal flaw in writing, however. I can ’ t up and leave my life for one made in paper. 
 
 God anchored me to this Earth to bear out my repetitive, boring, ephemeral life. Why couldn ’ t he have given me something better to do than type away my days on the second floor of some damned New York office building?! Why is it that I have to hear over and over and over again on the news how great others ’ lives are and I ’ m stuck here? What did I do to earn this? 
 
 It ’ s futile to complain, I guess. At least I ’ m home now and away from the office. The house is so empty, though. The stale air hangs in the room, choking your mind with old memories. It wasn ’ t always like this, just since Marsha passed. 
 
 Oh how I miss her. She rejuvenated me. She was the love of my life. And cancer and God had to take her away. If only I could bring her back. If only I could continue her story…I need a drink. 
 
 Maybe I can. If I can write whole people, maybe I..could bring her back, too. I got it! I ’ ll just write about her! Then she ’ ll live forever, right? Of course I ’ m right! All I need is that damned-crash-... Shit, now I have to clean up all this gl-it ’ s fine, I ’ ll leave it. Just got ta find that pen. 

