The brave teenager dragged his exhausted form toward the golden structure. Even if he did make it to the Temple of Completion, his quest was far from over. Armed only with his sword of ballpoint and keyboard, he would have to defeat a plethora of formidable assailants. He wasn’t looking forward to facing the triple-incarnated Revision, the biting rats of Last Minute Corrections, and the greatest half demon to ever haunt the halls: Frustration Incarnate.
Shimmering doors loomed ever closer, the darkly clad young warrior rummaged through his satchel for yet another note card. How could he ever complete his task while shackled with the Unending Assignments and Restrictions? Only one goal kept him going, fanning the fire that threatened to die out of his brown eyes.
She was somewhere inside, buried beneath the mounds of crumpled paper products. With every step he clung to her image in his mind, for it was her that would make it all worthwhile. She was hot.
Tune in next time for Composition Students: Final Draft!