Story 1
I am the owner of a used bookstore and write part-time.
One day, I found that the short stories I had written were becoming reality one by one.
It was just a small thing at first: I wrote "raining" and there were dark clouds outside the window.
Later, I accidentally wrote, "It would be great if there was an unexpected source of money that could alleviate the current embarrassment." Money really appeared.
Terrified and fascinated, I began to write about my larger desires: to cure my terminally ill mother and to bring my missing sister home.
They all come true.
But I gradually discovered that every "story" that was realized erased something from the world.
The rain took away the sycamore tree on the street corner, money made me forget what my father looked like, and my mother's recovery made the patients in the entire hospital worse.
After my sister came back, she always talked to the air late at night.
Today, I opened a blank ancient book that I had never seen before, and words were automatically appearing in it——
"He decided to write one last story to end it all."
Story 2
"Dad, it's me! Xingtong!" The little girl's voice was crying, but full of expectation. "The starlight bracelet is always on. It led me to find you! Why don't you go back to Starlight Island to see me? Is it Xingtong who is not good?"
Star... Xingpupil? !
Cheng Mo felt like he was struck by lightning, his mouth opened wide enough to stuff an egg.
"Starlight Island Story"? ! That game about raising a daughter that he abandoned for almost a year? ! The daughter in the game... Has become a sperm? ! He also broke through the dimensional wall and came to the door?
Story three?
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