Time To Prove The System Wrong

Our narrator sits down in their rolly chair. They stare at the blank screen.
Then they begin to type.
"I review in the Green Room often,
You see me reviewing poetry all the time
Yet, I only get 125 points per poem.
I plan to prove the system wrong.
How much utter crap can I pour into this?
Lets find out."
Our narrator spins in their chair.
They start humming a song about riptides.
A light bulb goes off and they start typing.
"Alright, so I absolutely HATE the dentist.
I will make myself throw up so I don't have to go to the dentist.
I'm not scared of the dentist.
Okay, maybe a little.
But seriously.
The dentist sucks."
Our narrator pauses. Hits backspa
"But you know what else sucks?
Typing.
tyling is ridcouly hard.
i cant type for the life of ne without autocorrecy.
spellings it alresdy really hard.
then you add in a tiby keyboard aand bug fingers."
Our narrator pauses and looks at their fingers.
"Okay, maybe my fingers aren't that big.
Piano fingers.
But they're big enough a tiny phone keyboard is the worst."
Our narrator stands up.
They nearly fall over.
'stupid bruised brain,' they mutter.
Then they sit back down and glare at the keyboard.
They pick at the ghost sticker that's peeling off of the wall.
"Ghosts.
Ghosts.
I'm a ghost.
I go to ghost school.
Today we have to scare someone.
Well, I've been trying to scare people for a while now.
But no luck.
I'm going to fail ghost school.
Again.
I've only been held back two years."
Our narrator blinks.
A fly buzzes in their ear.
They smack it.
"Hmm.
We're at 283 words now.
I wonder if we can crack 400.
Let's see--chickens have been mentioned-- write about--chickens have been mentioned--i need to--chickens have been mentioned--what on earth?
Chickens have been mentioned?
That's a new one.
Hrm.
Error codes.
Okay, so error codes.
I get many.
Normally they're
You cannot make a post so soon after your last.
Or.
--chickens have been mentioned--
Or.
Your wifi has shut down indefinitely.
Don't ask about that one."
A red error code flashes across the computer.
Our narrator sighs.
"And it happened again."
They stand back up.
Nearly fall over.
A song about a mom asking her daughter what she had done starts playing downstairs and our narrator immediately starts singing along.
BANG, BANG, BANG
Someone from downstairs shouts.
"SHUDDAP!"
Our narrator begins to sing even louder.
Their voice cracks as they try to hit the high notes.
The narrator sits back down in their chair and continues singing as they type.
"Today was rather interesting.
I was told that oboes will never ever be in tune.
Which is true.
There's a reason that the entire orchestra tunes to the oboe.
And I mean the entire orchestra.
Suck it harp!"
The banging below subsides and our narrator starts singing softly to the newest song that's playing.
"Let us see.
We are at 502 words now.
I have to break the system you see.
Oh dear reader if you have read all the way through this I pity you.
What a load of crap.
But I must break the system and truly, reader.
There's only one other thing that I could write more than this about.
And that is hidden deep down.
And that is--chickens have been mentioned--"
Our narrator pauses.
They stare at the screen.
They hit backs
Then they hover over Continue To Details.
"But reader--chickens have been mentioned-- I must truly pity you.
For this is the biggest piece of bullshit I've ever written.
I must break the system you see.
And only true bullshit will break it."
Our narrator hits Continue To Details.
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