Michael walked into the labratory and picked up “The Chase”.

“I think I’ve actually done it this time. I think I’ve made the perfect book!” He thought

Michael opened up the book and began to read.

It started with a hint of action and a lot of intrigue and he was hooked.

Michael kept for days.

Soon he was skipping meals to read the book.

It was the never-ending book. It was like cocaine. It was addicting. The more you read, the more you wanted to read, the more you did.

One day Michael’s lab-partner and friend came by.

“Still testing the experiment Michael?” He said

The response was a simple but loud: Shhhh!

Angrily Michael’s friend snatched the book out of his hand.

“What has gotten into you!”

Murder began to fill Michael’s eyes.

Roger; Michaels friend just stared at him.

“Give me the book now Roger.” Micheal said through gritted teeth

“Michael I think your addicted to your own invention. You need to stop reading this.”

Michael killed Roger that day.

Michael died reading that book.