Alexia was writing at her computer a new story: a tale she had to write down, or otherwise, she would explode:

"…I have a little story for you, and it's about a storyteller, a writer: Alex.

She was such a talented girl; she born to be a writer, and since she was 14, she published all her incredible literature on a website specialized in amateur writers, "fictionplace".

While there was no doubt how talented she was, she always found the same trouble over and over again: Nobody seemed to care about her stories. Who cares about a lame WW II drama? Or what about a deconstruction about a May-December romance? Boring! Or at least, that's what Alex thought.

But in the end, the reason she writes was not for approbation, but for some for the sake of it. She just loved writing because she loved to tell stories about enigmatic lands and deep characters, but specially, because it makes her feel special, and gives her a relief of her mundane existence.

But even with that in mind, she couldn't help herself when she checked all the "most popular" stories in the website: bad poetry, a bunch of Twilight rip-offs, cheesy romance and poorly executed fantasy "chronicles"; love, devotion and even "fans" (if you like to call them like that) for cheap writing. It was depressing, but that happens from time to time, not just in amateur writing, but in every aspect of the human life.

Eventually, Alex got her chance: she was accepted in a very prestigious college, where she studied literature. Her style of writing improved a lot in those wonderful days, when she met people with a similar vision. She became one of the best students, and she finally graduated.

Then, he had an even better opportunity: she was hired for an important TV Studio: she was very excited, and even wrote a TV pilot: It was a black comedy about the life of a young writer, trying to make it big in Hollywood.

The good news? It was funny, it was intelligent, and it was original. The bad news? It was too funny, too intelligent and a little too original, or well, that's what every damn executive told her. She had to hear comments like these:

-"America wouldn't understand it"-


-"I don't know: Too "smarty," I'm worried if the people of the Heartland would get it…"-

She was running out of money eventually, and she had problems finding jobs in any writing staff; eventually, she had to move to a cheaper place in the "Little Thailand"…and then…"

Suddenly, someone knocked at the Alexis woman's door: it was Monica, her roommate, and another frustrated writer trying to make it big in…well, you've got the idea.

-Hi! How are you Alexia!- Monica exclaimed.

-What happened? You look a lot more joyful than you used to…-

-Guess what?-


-An editorial bought my book!-

Alexis was in shock: Monica got a deal…before her? No, no way, it had to be a bad joke; a very cruel, ironic and bad joke, and not because Alexis hated her, but because she knew her writing style, and it was…

-Fuck it!-

-What did you say, Alexia?-

-Nothing, nothing…that's what I say when I'm happy, and…I'm happy for you…- Alexia answered.

-Well, thanks friend, you've been such a great supporter!-

Monica hugged her roommate, even when Alexia was, well, to put it in her own words, "dying inside".

-So…what's all about? - Alexia asked


-You know, your book.-

-Oh yeah! Well, it's about a young teenage girl who knows this awesome and super cute guy, who happens to be a…-

-Wait, wait, don't tell me: A vampire?- Alexia interrumped to her excited friend

-No silly! He is a mummy!-

-Oh…well, that's new…-

And then, Alexia learnt a harsh lesson of the world of literature and the entertainment: Rip-Off's works every time, so you better learn to love them.