"Honey, where are my glasses?" Mom called from the living room.
I sighed, "Have you tried checking on top of your head?" I asked politely; that's usually where they were.
"Oh, yes I found them! Thank you!" She called back exuberantly. This always happened, fourth time this morning actually. I sighed again and got back to my work. It isn't always fun working from home, but the pay is good and it means I have time to do what I really love to do for at least half of the day. And I did have to look out for mom and dad. They hadn't really stored up much in the way of retirement money, but they had gotten too many injuries to work anymore, so I stayed with them and took care of them and payed for their food and mine. It was kind of a bummer for my dating life, but I love my parents, and I can sacrifice my dating life at least until I have enough saved up to provide for them.
I filled in my last form for the day, and went to my bank account to make sure that I had gotten my pay check. I earned around six-hundred dollars today, so I sent two-hundred dollars to the savings account for my parent's retirement home and the rest I left there to pay bills and buy food and the other necessities of life.
Now, I can get to doing what I love most! I opened up my latest story and started to write the next chapter. I just love action-packed stories, and it is so fun being able to control what happens next. The power of life and death held in your hands. My only problem is that I hate killing people off. That has earned me a lot of complaints from the critics and none of my stories have really been much of a success; I still love to write them though.
"Hey Ryan! Could you go get the mail please?" dad called from the kitchen, probably hoping that some snack would magically appear in the refrigerator.
"Alright!" I said, and heaved myself up out of my comfy office chair and went outside to get the mail.
There was, of course, the bills, a brown envelope with a bulge at the bottom addressed to me, dad's newspaper, and adds. I took the bills and brown envelope, and handed dad his newspaper. I threw the adds into the recycle bin on my way back to my office.
The bills I put on the side and I opened the envelope. Inside was a pen, cream and yellow in color with the word "Watollia" written on it. That was all. No message, no return address on the envelope. I don't know why, but I was itching to write something with it; even if I did have to write another story. My current one being on the computer, and way to long to copy onto paper, just so I could write the rest in pen. So I decided to start another. I pulled out a pad of paper from my drawer and began to write.
"The Queen of Watollia, was very nervous. The King and his men had travelled far, to kill the dreaded Dragon that was haunting there kingdom, and he had not returned yet. Two weeks it had been and yet there was no word from him.
She looked out of her window, staring at the land before her. Watollia certainly was magnificent. Being in between the towering forest, where the Elves were settled, and the spectacular mountains where the dwarfs lives, they were highly protected.
Just then there was a knock at the door...."