[Death by Mirrors]

Shh, I was attempting to use reverse psychology on Den. But maybe I'll just spike the food in here with writer's brew and maroon a few plot bunnies on the vegan table.

As you take a bite of the chicken empanada, you notice a strange taste. You have encountered it before - the spice of life, with just the right dash of creativity. While your stomach grumbles, all of a sudden you feel the sudden urge to sit down. The fluffy bunny to your left seems to grin. How can a bunny even grin? "Write!", it whispers. Holy cow. You could've sworn you only grabbed soft drinks from the table, and now... are you halluzinating? A vision forms in front of your eyes, but not of the blurry, alcohol-induced kind. You blink and stare at the novel that hovers in front of you. Your name on the cover. One of these unflattering photos in the back. But before you even got time to furrow your brow, the pages start turning all by themselves - and this is how your story unfolds.