TMWNW: Chapter Four.

I’d highly advise you all to check back and re-read the previous chapters. I’ve been re-organizing, proofreading and slightly changing some of the dialogue. This is mainly to really establish the characters of AuthorWinston and CreatedWInston. Thus, if Part Four makes no sense, please check back. Especially the end of Part III, which has been modified, and a ’sub-chapter’ has been added in. Lucky you! (Or unlucky, depending on your view of my writing).

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What’s wrong?

The little man glares balefully up into the sky, quivering with rage like Jello in a small scale earthquake.

“You’re not a writer.”

Well, I’m writ-

“Not a question, you dolt. You’ve never written a thing in your life.”

Sor-

“Shut it!”

Silence.

Winston takes three deep breathes.
He does ten pushups.
He slaps himself in the face a few times and then glances up once more.

“So why did you make me.”

I didn’t.

“Existence is causal. You caused me to create myself, therefore you’re my creator. Why did you make me.”

Winston begins to pace.

“You clearly have no imagination, your life is boring, and I’ll bet the strongest opinion you’ve ever held was when you thought that Star Wars was ‘pretty ok.’”

He pauses.

“But. You’re trying, very badly, to write. What gives.”

He scrutinizes the air like a haw-

“Shut up.”

Sorr- rrrr… coffee shop?

“What the hell does that mean?”

Let’s try a coffee shop.

The scene dissolves.

(“What the hell!” Winston cries)