Literature
Doki Doki Hic-erature Club
Monika hopped helplessly in her seat. She tried her best to focus the flow of her hand as it guided her pen across the sheet of paper, but unfortunately for her, her respiratory system had other plans. Every jolt caught her by surprise, and every jump shifted the point of her pen from its position on the sheet. Every minute or so, she would groan in frustration at the scribbles of ink she unwillingly made. It was as if fate fought against her and didn’t want her to finish her poem, but she wasn’t going to let fate win. Her Literature Club was going to begin soon, and she needed to have something to share with her friends– even if every sixth or seventh word was practically unreadable. As the words traveled from her mind to her paper, she thought about everything she’d done that day and what could’ve possibly caused her diaphragm to get as irritated as it is now. It couldn’t have been breakfast, she’d eaten yogurt plenty of times before with no repercussions. It couldn’t have been
