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

" You overstep your bounds, human.", Augustus narrowed his eyes," This matter does not concern you." Augustus seemed to be giving me the cold shoulder, probably because I killed Max... 


" Adam is right....my daughter is needed now more than ever.", Georna added thinking deeply. 


" What are you guys saying ?.....nobody knows where mother went..", Lydia asked raising her brows. 


The only response she got was silence. 


" R-right ?", Lydia asked once again, she looked at each of us hoping for an answer. 


As her gaze fell on Augustus, he could do nothing but gaze intently at the floor. 


" Calm down....child.", Georna says, glancing at Lydia with a strange emotion in her eyes. 


Lydia struggled to come up with words as her face puffed up, tears stream down her face and I'm reminded of her crying on the day I killed Max. 


Adam Creed, Avenger Of Children