Ring,Ring,Ring "uhh" I groan and slam my hand down on the snooze button on my alarm clock. The day starts, I climb out of bed, grab my jacket, notebook, and of course my pencil. The traffic is bustling and people are hurrying down the street. I walk down the street looking for good stories. As I got to the west side of town I saw a fleeting shadow in an alley, intrigued. I peered down the alley the thing was running but it was more of a fast waddle. The creature left a trail of slime which, unexplainably, I followed and before I could stop myself I called after it "Hello" the creature turned and ran.

I followed the creature through alleys and roads. Eventually we were outside the city. The day had grown old and the shadows were long, as I chased pages and pages flew out of my notebook. Eventually we were at the end, the place where sky meets land where things that shouldn't be possible become possible. We were in the land beyond.

The creature finally stopped. Up close it was small pale blue and covered in slime. It turned toward me and blinked its huge glossy eyes.

"You can talk?" I asked.

"Can you?" it croaked back.

Before I could answer, the ground trembled. Something tall stood in the distance, so tall it almost touched the clouds. Its body twisted strangely and words crawled across its skin like insects.

The creature grabbed my sleeve. "Dont let it see you writing."

"What is that thing?" I whispered.

The creature looked terrified. "The Author."

One sentence moved across the creature's skin bright enough for me to read.

The reporter reaches the land beyond and never returns.

My hands shook so hard I dropped my pencil.

Then the Author started walking toward me.