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Metafiction

 A boy is writing a novel for his homework just the same way I am doing this. He types several times but soon stops writing. He seems to have a hard time figuring out what to write… Hmm but I don’t know what to write about him as well. What shall I write? Well, let’s say that he went out of the room for some water. I feel a bit thirsty as well. Let me continue writing after I return…………………………………… I’m back! Sorry for making you wait so much. Next, he finds out that his room is not a good place to come up with fresh ideas! He feels like going out… Come to think of it, this is a good idea! No wonder I couldn’t write any longer! I’d better go out as well. Sorry I should stop writing for a while again I guess.ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ

 Whoa just like what I thought. People need fresh air from time to time. Back to the novel, the boy sits on a bench, he decides to write about people’s every aspect in their daily lives. This is still early morning so there are not so many people here. The boy finds an old man feeding pigeons sitting on a bench across the road. Boy goes to the man and asks what he’s doing. He says he is feeding those pigeons enough before winter comes so that they would not starve. I see an old man feeding pigeons as well. I went to him and asked why he was feeding the pigeons. He said, “Winter’s coming closer, boy. I’m feeding them enough so that they wouldn’t starve during the winter.” WHAT A COINCIDENCE! He says just the same thing. Anyway then the boy came back to his bench and looked around for awhile. About an hour was still left before people would come out for their works. It was really boring to just wait but looking at the autumn colors was so calming. Soon the boy saw a bunch of people running to catch their bus, all of them with suitcase in their hands. The boy approached to them to ask some questions but they resisted, only saying, ”Stay aside, I’m late for work dammit!” Uh wait! Can I ask some questions, sir? “No and if you are not going to get on that bus, just stay aside, I’m late for work dammit!” The man pushed me into a pile of autumn foliage. It is quite strange that everything I write in the novel comes true in my real life, only severer. The boy felt bad about his situation. He became lethargic about writing, I’m sure everybody will feel the same way in a pile of autumn foliage. He felt calming and lethargic at the same time. Also waking up early made him drowsy and sleepy but he had to wake up because sleeping on a street could make his mouth turn.