Textualitis

1. The Faux-Existence Of Everything Fiction

  You've read the description, I assume? We've covered the fact that I am completely fictional? Great.
  My writer never interferes, unless to tell put me in a story, thankfully. Of course, other stories do have writers that break the fourth wall, but it's unnecessary. I'm not the only one in this fictional abyss, there are characters in the third person, second person, and (the superior) first person I.E. myself.       
Even in this infinite universe of everything and nothing, typecasting  still exists.
Now, prepare yourself for something. What if I told you that everything you've read has included the same crowd of beings like myself, but with different names and abilities?
Take a moment, I understand.
  We're thrown into different situations and storylines and are granted different skill sets and back stories every time. Don't ask me to explain in depth, because I don't know the science behind it. That's reserved for science fiction (get it?). If you die in your story, you're placed in a new one with the randomized birth of your faux-existence. So no, Voldemort did not die, "he" just went on to be written as Alaska Young. Of course there are some exceptions. Like if you stopped reading now, my story would stop and I would decease to be talking in neutrality. Call me hypocritical for calling out writers who break the fourth wall.
  You've shown me some empathy by continuing to read! Ok, this will go along smoothly.
The Pinocchio example was a stellar one (I take pride in it). I don't really have a personality, or a genuineness in my aura. Everything that I do is controlled by my puppeteer/writer. On 340 pages I could be a marathon runner who finds meaning for his life in his goldfish. In 579 pages I could be an bratty, self entitled heiress who weaves her way into the mafia. Who really knows?
  No one who reads these stories ever stay. Honestly, what is wrong with you guys? You check out a book, maybe buy it, and read it only to let us think there's a chance that you'll stay? You discover yourself in the characters, and then forget about us to reenact the same facade with a different plot. The emotional attachment in mutual, in case you didn't know. No, you either return the book or leave it to collect dust on your uncle's bookshelf.
Well, maybe not you, because you're still here. Sorry, sorry, that was straightforward.
  I find your side of the "wall" intriguing, because you're allowed to create your own story. It's not as conscientious as my writer creates stories; your story is how you journey through life and likely not filled with the amount of gore, death, heartbreak, and lust that the majority of books often contain.
Have you added this to your library yet?

I see now we're stuck together. 

I'm not in a story at the moment, though until I am, I suppose I could narrate these memoirs.
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Salut mon lecteurs!
I'm Isabella, and I have a tumblr. Due to that I discovered a prompt that suggested a novel or story be written where the narrator speaks directly to the reader, give or take. And due to boredom, I decided to go on writing spree with that proposition and test my abilities to start a story! I'm not sure how often this will be updated, but considering the disappointing, unexpected amount of time I now have on my hands, expect it to be sooner rather than later. Depends on how my inspiration and creativity is functioning, aha.
A few facts about me:
- I do musical theatre! (and I wasn't cast in a show that I expected to consume my summer)
-I do/did color/winter guard! (I was cut from that recently, so more time on my hands.)
-Science sparks my interests, as does Shakespeare and historical fiction.
-I'm appallingly horrendous at Francais.
Also, please feel free to point out any mistakes!