Personal Narrative Fiction

Words: 548
Pages: 3

I walked into a big round room that was completely empty. Except, there was a chair in the center with someone sitting it it. The someone was the creator. The creator was wearing a white skirt that seemed to be way too big for them. The creator had their hair tied up in a messy bun.
“ I am surprised that you’ve made it. No one has ever--”
“ I know, one has ever made it to the promised-milk-and-honey-land,” I said getting annoyed and wanting them to reveal himself.
“ Yes, but now since you have made it, I will follow through with my promise,” the creator said.
The creator turned around in their chair at a annoyingly slow speed. The amount of suspense made me bite my fingers. I gasped at the sight of who created this place. I was frozen. Not the frozen as in I was cold but frozen in disbelief and sorrow. The “I can't believe it” frozen. It was Stephanie. My own sister had put me through this hell!
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Wh-wh-why did you do this? How did you even do this?” I said getting a little angry.
“Well Stefan it wasn’t that hard. Before our house burned down,I use to hide away for many hours at a time, but you never noticed. I have this power. A power to do things with my mind. I can create something in my head and it’ll come to life,” she said. My sister has super powers? This is crazy.
“ Before mom and dad died, I created this world for all of us to come to and have a vacation. It was a place of good. It indeed was a land of milk and honey. Then they died, and it is all of your fault.” she said looking angrier coming towards me.
“My fault? How is this my fault?” I asked