• I was lying in bed with my laptop on a chair next to me, its screen positioned just right so I could read the text in my web browser. The text was on an obscure site called 'Gaia Online', and it detailed the high school life of a 'misunderstood328533'. When I first saw her name, I knew she must have written something atrocious. But after finishing the ten paragraphs of misused apostrophes and misspelled, two syllable words, I realized there was a pattern I had missed in the previous seventy-three stories I'd read just before this one.

        No one on Gaia can write.

        For s**t.