imagine a horror movie where you’re trapped in your house with a serial killer but all your lights are clappers
so you’re running for your life from this psychopath while both of you are just aggressively clapping the lights on and off
I have power over countless lives.
Even the universe itself is at my disposal.
And once I get started on a story, I can’t seem to get it out of my head.
It’s really fun imagining situations… And I might make a profit if I get it published!
But… the pressure sometimes gets to me.