i’m cryingI returned to this website, looking to speak to a friend. As I clicked to the home page, I saw the words again.
“It is highly recommended that you post often to keep your followers entertained!”
A tear slid down my cheek, my green orbs filled with sadness. Sad orbs.
“Whatever shall I do?” I wailed distraughtly. “I have no followers to entertain!”
I looked at my follower count.
“Except for those six weirdos who followed me for some reason! I am certain I do not need to entertain them though! Please, Qfeast, end my suffering.”
I peered down to see if I had reached the 2000 character mark. I frowned, filled with sadness once more.
“The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog!” I shouted. All of the letters of the alphabet.. surely that would let me pass!
778 characters. I cried, it had not let me pass.
“Please,” I croaked at my followers, tears still running down my face, “Please, are you entertained?”
Those red words, telling me who to entertain. I felt like an object. I felt fury arise within me, and decided those red words would control me no longer.
“Doe! A deer! A female deer! Ray! A drop of golden sun!” I sang, trying to reach the character count. “Me! A name! I call myself!”
I paused, I had forgotten the rest of the song.
I glanced down once more, had I reached the limit?
WHAT THE HECK DO YOU MEAN I HAVENT?!?
I need like 700 more.
I had no idea what to write anymore, my anger and sadness were overwhelming me. I felt on the verge of collapsing.
“Once I finish this story, I will no longer see those beckoning words.” I told myself, wanting to encourage myself to keep going.
“Unpopular opinion, I don’t like Chick-Fil-A.” I trembled with fear, afraid of the hate I might get from my statement.
Two hundred more.
I laughed evilly, “See what I did there? I typed out the number. Less characters.”
I am so close. As soon as I reach the ending point, I am going to stop typing. Only a few more. I am almos