Metafiction
Some people commented on my story, and this is a continuation of that.
The man walked in his front door. He sat in his chair. He removed his shoes. He reclined his feet. He began to think that everything he did in his life seemed to be one short sentence after another, and they all ended in a period. This thought was actually the longest sentence he had encountered. Why was this? Oh my! a question mark and an exclamation point, how very exciting. How also very tiring. He got out of his chair. He walked into the kitchen. He made himself breakfast.
"Wait" he said. "Hey you... yeah you. Why don't you make my life a little more interesting"
"Um, I'm sorry, but I am not a very interesting person." I said.
"Oh is that why you created me? To entertain yourself? Well I'm not very entertained! Maybe you could do something about that."
"Like what??"
"I don't know. I'm not the author! By the way while your at it do you think I could have some better food? These Ramen noodles are getting old." questioned the man. He opened his fridge and found it stocked with all kinds of extravagant foods. The man took out some eggs and began to make himself an omelet. He began scrambling his eggs, grating his cheese, and preparing his stove top.
"Um, excuses me, is this a little better?" I asked politely.
"Why yes it is, keep up the good work." He replied as he poured his eggs into the skillet. His breakfast continued to cook as he ran out to get the daily paper. He had recently taken a night job at 7-11, and was still trying to adjust to the late nights. As he perused the front page he could smell smoke.
"Damn." he yelled as he ran back into the house to check his breakfast. Everything in there was fine.
"Haha, sorry but I couldn't help it." I apologized.
"That isn't very funny, why don't you just but out!" he yelled
So I did.
The man walked in his front door. He sat in his chair. He removed his shoes. He reclined his feet. He began to think that everything he did in his life seemed to be one short sentence after another, and they all ended in a period. This thought was actually the longest sentence he had encountered. Why was this? Oh my! a question mark and an exclamation point, how very exciting. How also very tiring. He got out of his chair. He walked into the kitchen. He made himself breakfast.
"Wait" he said. "Hey you... yeah you. Why don't you make my life a little more interesting"
"Um, I'm sorry, but I am not a very interesting person." I said.
"Oh is that why you created me? To entertain yourself? Well I'm not very entertained! Maybe you could do something about that."
"Like what??"
"I don't know. I'm not the author! By the way while your at it do you think I could have some better food? These Ramen noodles are getting old." questioned the man. He opened his fridge and found it stocked with all kinds of extravagant foods. The man took out some eggs and began to make himself an omelet. He began scrambling his eggs, grating his cheese, and preparing his stove top.
"Um, excuses me, is this a little better?" I asked politely.
"Why yes it is, keep up the good work." He replied as he poured his eggs into the skillet. His breakfast continued to cook as he ran out to get the daily paper. He had recently taken a night job at 7-11, and was still trying to adjust to the late nights. As he perused the front page he could smell smoke.
"Damn." he yelled as he ran back into the house to check his breakfast. Everything in there was fine.
"Haha, sorry but I couldn't help it." I apologized.
"That isn't very funny, why don't you just but out!" he yelled
So I did.