Marty finished under the airplane blanket, that familiar electric buzz shooting through him as he breathed deep. He’d perfected this - coming without spilling a drop. The art of control. It was his own private victory, something he’d mastered while the rest of the world moved on, blissfully unaware of his internal games.



But now, it wasn’t just about control.



The past couple of weeks had been weird as hell.



It had all started when his life, already on its latest downslide, took a detour he hadn’t seen coming. He had spent years chasing the idea of being a writer, struggling to turn his fragmented thoughts and desires into something more. It was always half-finished manuscripts, ideas that drifted away before he could catch them.



Then came that moment - staring at the blank screen of his laptop, unable to write the story he’d so desperately wanted to create. Desperate for anything to break the block, he’d filled out the ridiculous “Bring Your Story To Life” form that had popped up on his screen. He thought it was a joke... or another one of those weird dreams he had...



But that’s when everything shifted!!!