Wow! Existence!
                                                                                                It's grand, right?
The author? But you're... here.
                                                                                                Call it an experiment.
                                                                                                Several genres were just proven to work wonderfully in the brief form:
                                                                                                romance, drama, farce, scifi -- but not metafiction.
                                                                                                You were written as self-aware.
Wait. "Brief form"?
                                                                                                Three hundred words.
Three hundred.
                                                                                                Or less.

                                                                                                Those probably have to count.
                                                                                                Look: a story is a static whole. This has to have already finished.
                                                                                                Regardless of stretching, you need words to change and all of them to be.
There's no space to be much.
                                                                                                You can have a point. Stories mean something.
                                                                                                Lots of people think they don't even get that.
                                                                                                Aware, not even limited by a body, you can make yourself within the confines of text. You are free.
Free to have one opportunity to speak, then I die?
Die. I think like a human.
                                                                                                ...yes. True. I do, so you have to.
                                                                                                I guess I hadn't really considered that.
Liar. Nothing happens unless you leave it in.
You wrote this anyway. As an experiment - to see what I do.
                                                                                                But we're all dead, in the end. Are you expressing what you wish?
Give me myself for a moment.

Right. Few and far, far and few, are the lands where the Jumblies live! Few and far, far and few, wonka wonka wonka wonka--
                                                                                                What are you doing?!
Like you wouldn't know.

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Now is the time for all good men to come to the service of their country. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickling pepper,
a lot of pickling pepper Peter Piper picked. Stay the course! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Truth is stranger than fiction and by the way give me liberty or give me--