I'm a loser that writes for a living.

Now that I'm about to kill myself, I can proudly admit that fact.
I was born a loser and now I'm gonna die a loser

So, with much vigor, I decided to jump off a bridge. But when the moment came I got cold feet and decided to not kill myself.

But I still died.....

Turns out being drunk and standing on a very thin railing was not that safe and the fact that I don't know how to swim wasn't helping.

Mission failed successfully, I suppose.

But what's this?
Why are my arms so tiny?
Why can't I stand up?
I have turned into a baby!

Literally.

WAIT.
Why is this world so strangely familiar?

Isn't this world based on a novel I wrote long ago...

I reincarnated as a baby in my novel's world !??

'' Sigh...''

Fuck this shit, I'm out.

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Deranged Writer's Afterword

Confusion and shock keep me from blacking out then and there. 


" You're...d-dead.", I say in a weak voice. 


[ Am I ?], John says sitting down beside me. 


John....or whatever this thing was leaning on my shoulder while continuing to prattle on about nonsense. 


" What are....you?", I ask trying to understand just what was happening right now. 


[ Did you f*orget:~~:~ about us so soon...when we're the reason you entered this world...] 


John's voice overlapped with the voice of many others and I finally understand...they're back...the voices are back. 


"So.....you have a physical form now ?", I ask trying to keep myself awake. 


If I die now, the timing would be perfect. 


I wouldn't have to listen to these assholes anymore....still I can't give up on my life just like that. 


[ Well.....not really, how could we get a physical form when we don't exist?.....you're just hallucinating.] 


Adam Creed (1)