[ WP ] Unknown to our beloved WP authors , they have a very special fan . One by one , they wake up in an unknown place and a really comfortable lounge chair , shackled , and are made to write the endings of all those cliffhangers and abandoned stories .

`` No, Mom!'' I bitch. `` No! I do n't want to!'' 
 
 `` Baby, you have to,'' Mom says. 
 
 `` But I left those stories unfinished years ago, because I could n't possibly end them, and wanted to leave them for the reader's imagination to finish.'' 
 
 I struggle in my chair, against the cold, rusted silver-colored chain around my waist. I know this chain. It secured the little red, open-bed trailer in the backyard to the only electrical pole still standing back there. 
 
 Shit, this is serious. If she's left the trailer unlocked out back, I'm boned. 
 
 `` Baby,'' Mom says. `` Let me get you a Mountain Dew with ice, and then I'll make some peanut butter cookies while you finish all those great stories you've written.'' 
 
 I have no idea how I ended up here. Was n't I just on Reddit, on /r/writing, acting mock pissed off at /u/ScottLarouxWrites for putting us all to shame? 
 
 Well, peanut butter cookies are kinda okay... 
 
 `` You do n't know how long my writing queue is, Mom,'' I complain. `` Shit, I have n't even finished that short story about the chimeras and the buggers.'' 
 
 Mom waves a dismissive hand over her shoulder, going into the kitchen. `` Do n't worry about that one,'' she says from the kitchen. I can hear her moving around plates and silverware from the drainer. `` What about the one with the time-traveling assassins on the Louisiana coast? You know, it started in a diner, but you left everyone hanging, baby. Absolutely *hanging*.'' 
 
 Fuck me, is this Purgatory? 
 
 `` Mom,'' I argue again, `` that one was made exactly to be left to the reader's imagination.'' 
 
 `` You ca n't do that,'' Mom argues. `` People have no imagination.'' 
 
 `` You're telling me...'' I say low to myself. 
 
 `` What's that?'' 
 
 `` Just bitching about this situation, Mom!'' I yell back. `` Where's Brady?'' 
 
 She's getting the pans and peanut butter out. `` He's with Barry. They went to the lake.'' 
 
 Yes. Rescue will come soon. 
 
 `` For eternity,'' she finishes. 
 
 FUCK 
 
 `` I know I've done some dumb shit in the past, Mom,'' I say, `` but what did I do to deserve *this*?'' 
 
 Stuff stops moving around in the kitchen. `` Remember Dinwar?'' 
 
 FUCK FUCK FUCK 
 
 I sigh. `` Yes...?'' 
 
 `` You owe me that one, at least.'' 
 
 `` I...'' I hang my head. `` Goddammit...''
