She'd had the windows well blocked. The sun caused too much glare while she played. Her name was on the save file: Crep. Short for her favourite word, crepuscular. Most of her friends couldn't pronounce it, so she said it was for crêpes. That is, pancakes.
None of her friends had messaged her. Crep hasn't checked the time. When had she last used the washroom? She sniffed; no need for a bath yet. She built towns, fought aliens, lined up blocks, and explored whole worlds.
She looked down.
Her hands were pixelated.
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Matthew Daniels
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Ummmmm..... Can we talk about the fact that this shows how ridiculously talented you are Matthew? You told a full story in so few words and so elegantly! And not only a story but a gripping and enticing story! I absolutely loved this! 💜