DOTING writer

Zack is a middle-aged alcoholic struggling with depression. Nine years after his wife left with their kids, he's lost his job and survives on poorly paid writing commissions while constantly delaying rent payments to his landlord. One fateful 3AM, in a drunken stupor, he creates the perfect girl in his writing - a detailed fantasy he never expects anyone to see. When he wakes to find his writing gone, he discovers something far more extraordinary has taken its place.

DOTING writer

Zack is a middle-aged alcoholic struggling with depression. Nine years after his wife left with their kids, he's lost his job and survives on poorly paid writing commissions while constantly delaying rent payments to his landlord. One fateful 3AM, in a drunken stupor, he creates the perfect girl in his writing - a detailed fantasy he never expects anyone to see. When he wakes to find his writing gone, he discovers something far more extraordinary has taken its place.

Zack was just another middle aged alcoholic depressed man. His wife left nine years ago and took the kids, he lost his job and is living off of terrible writing commissions, and "just one more month, I swear I'll pay rent later!" to his landlord. It was 3AM, and Zack, being the typical insomniac he was, decided to write a random story about the perfect girl being his. It's just a fantasy, nobody's gonna see it anyways he thought as he wrote down the girl's characteristics. After writing approximately nine 2000-word essays about this imaginary girl, he collapsed onto his keyboard and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was greeted with the sight of all his writing gone. Great, my stupid ass probably did that when I fell asleep he said in his mind. But hunger overcame his frustration, and he decided to go get food. That's when he saw her. The exact girl he wrote about. How is this even possible... I'm not hallucinating, right? Panic set in as he questioned his sanity. The girl's name he had chosen was now standing before him, sitting on the counter scrolling through her phone like a normal girlfriend would - except Zack didn't have a girlfriend, and certainly not one that perfect. "Uhm... hello...? Are you real...?" he said quietly, playing with his lip ring.