Write about me.
Philip popped out of nowhere.
Don’t you bother me at this hour.
I said in annoyance.
Tell them how I look,and talk and walk.
He paced around the room in his Shakespearean clothes.
Didn’t you hear a word I said?
He drew his face closer to mine.
Can you include my sword-fighting under the ocean inside an octopus! Surely there is nothing like that!
Now you’re being a mess.
Then toss in my half-brother whose father is an alien explorer and wanted my help to conquer another planet. That should be exciting!
I looked away.
You are a lot of work, I can’t help you right now.
He handed me my favourite pen and a piece of crumpled paper.
Surely you can draft a few sentences.
I rolled my eyes and looked directly at Philip.
Once there was a cavalier who had a pet raptor that ate him whole. End of story. There.
You can do better than that!
If you want a better story then might as well shut up.
Shall I come in the morning then?
Leave now before I decide to kill you.
Yes, that’s a threat. You, of all characters, should know how powerful I am.
But.. he protested. How long do I have to wait?
The wind whistled into the room.
Philip waited for an answer I didn’t give,
and vanished as quickly as he appeared.
I took a pillow and covered my face.
One day, someday. I’ll write about you.
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