Drabble 76

Strike Two. I was in the library finishing uni work past midnight, and completely forgot to get off my arse and write this. I didn't get in until one. So you get two today. This was finished at 9:12, which is really far too early for anything that could be construed as actual cognitive functioning. And today's actual drabble will come later, when my brain works.

Blue poked the apparently lifeless corpse of the Author one last time. “I’m pretty sure s/he’s dead,” he called to Raven, tossing the stick away.

“Blue, if s/he were dead, wouldn’t we cease to exist?” asked Raven.

“That depends. Do were cease to exist when the Author dies? Or do we continue in the collective consciousness of everyone who ever reads this shit? Do we just become stagnant, with nothing new ever happening, but we still exist? Man that’d be boring.”

“It’s too fucking early for philosophy,” Raven snapped. “Just check is he brought his hipflask and get over here.”