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

The three basic moves that I learned from that weird beginner's guide all those months ago, it turns out that I hadn’t been doing them properly……so that’s a lot of hours wasted then? 


Right now, I’m even falling behind Lydia….who isn’t even officially part of this training, I was asked to do each of the basic moves….ten thousand times. It’s been a week since then and I haven’t been able to do it. 


I fell to the ground, gasping out for air and trying to calm my heart that threatened to burst from within my chest, sweat covered every inch of my body and it slowly flowed down my body as I struggled to get back on my feet. 


I turned around to find Luna walking towards me, both her and Rhys had gone back to the cave for something…she would always check on me and I’ve had to hear that disappointed sigh every single time. 


The Way Of The Spear (2)