Two Minute Story

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
I still don't understand why things become famous. I mean, why does everyone care about Harambe? I know that it all started when some animal rights activists got all triggered about the incident, and then people started making fun of it, and now he's where he is. And then there's the whip, the dab, 9+10=21, and even Donald Trump? Anyway, I'm at school, and I am going to write a story without Grammarly, which edits my grammar and spelling quite well. I would give a shout out to the last four people who commented on my works, but no one commented on my works since the last story. Shout out to Christy R. though. They were the only person to enter my Absurd Newspaper Articles Contest, and so far they're winning, and going to get a lot of shout outs. You should read her stuff. And could you also please help me bring back a fellow Booksian, Broaster Toaster, who has ditched me on my path to become rich and famous. Apparently she has a second account that got more views, and I'm wondering whether or not she still uses that... Or is reading my story... Comment if you read up to here in the introduction, and you'll get a shout out!

Submitted: November 23, 2016

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It was a Wednesday evening, and I looked around my cold, dark, empty house. No one was there, because it was empty. And cold. Or maybe I just didn't see anyone because it was dark... But that doesn't matter. I could sense the people dying all around me. Every minute, I knew that about 105 people had died. I guess that's what happens when youlive in a world with 7.2 billion people.

I got up and turned the lights on. Then I turned the AC off. If there are over3.5 billion people who use the internet, why can't I get more than thirty to read my stories? I closed the tab that was showing the live statistics. My journy to fame was going quite slow. I reloaded the Booksie homescreen for the fiftieth time today to check if I had a comment. I didn't. I waited thirty seconds, then reloaded again. I got a comment!

I read the comment. It read, "Wow! That was actually great!" I couldn't think of what to say back, so I just went with the usual. "Thanks for the comment!"

I went back to the home page, and clicked, "POST YOUR WRITING", and latr, "Statistics". I clicked the column that was showing my views, ordering my stories from least viewed to most viewed. I expected my most recent story to show up first. It didn't. I scrolled down farther, past the 22 views, past the 33 views, past the plethera of random stories in between there and 100 views, past the couple of things with 100+ views, and even past my eight chapter story, with187 views. And there it was. The beauty. It had gotten me a whopping 200 reads. I was amazed. The statistics said it had three comment. I reloaded the page. 250 views, four comments. I was on my way to richness and fame! I replied to every single comment, which tooke a while, and soaked in my fame. Finally.



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