Bound by Fiction
An author has all the control they want
Chapter 1
by 
Memory Maniac
In a bedroom not unlike others before it, there stood a person not unlike many others before them. They awoke from a dreamless sleep before realizing that they-
"Ahem..." they sounded.
Before realizing that they-
"AHEM..." they repeated, louder this time.
I'm sorry, are you trying to get my attention..?
"Yes I am," you started, "I'm trying to figure out what's going on here! Are you narrating my life?"
Why yes I am. I'm the narrator of this tale. Basically speaking, I am the mouth piece of the dozens if not hundreds of contributors who may decide to add to this little piece of fiction, which makes you our subject in this tale.
"So... I'm not real?" you said, mouth agape.
Of course you are! You're as real to your world as the authors of this tale are to their own! The only difference is that I decided that it's much more fun to mess with someone if they know they're being messed with. So, this story is designed to do just that.
"What do you mean messed with?" you answer.
Well, my nameless friend, it means that I can ask everyone a question and they get to answer it however they want! For example...