In a twist of spacetime, Paul stepped into yesterday. He saw himself, performing tomorrow's tasks. Bewildered, he observed the scene, grappling with the surreal reality. "Watch out for the spilled coffee," he warned his other self. The other Paul looked up, eyes wide with recognition, nodded, then disappeared. Back in his present day, Paul grinned, stepping over the remembered coffee stain.
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The Final Level
As the last boss fell, a cheer echoed through the dimly lit room. Fingers, raw from relentless button mashing, relaxed on the controller. Sweat dripped from furrowed brows onto the well-worn gamer chair. The victory screen, bright and triumphant, reflected in the wide, proud eyes of a hero. The grueling journey of countless hours, sleepless nights, and failed attempts had led to this moment. For the gamer, the world outside the screen paused, honoring the triumphant echo of victory. For in that moment, they weren't just playing a game - they were living an epic story.
By Tyler Rowe3 years ago in Fiction
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