DC stepped into the book, dismayed by line of characters
doing unaccountably odd things. She
tried to find her people in this mass of insanity.
Someone sprang by on a Pogo Stick. "I'm late! I'm late!"
She snagged him.
"You aren't a rabbit! This isn't
a rabbit hole! I don't write
fantasy!"
"Oh dear."
The man suddenly sprouted long ears.
His nose twitched. "Now
you've done it, haven't you?"
He bounded off and disappeared into a hole.
DC blinked. "Of
course. My mistake. This is a Grey world."
She stepped back out and went in search of her own story.
100 words
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