Three Days To Ruin, Three Days To Rise

Three Days To Ruin, Three Days To Rise

Gavin

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The last thing I saw was the unforgiving concrete of the Queensboro Bridge, rushing up to meet me. The last thing I heard was the online roar of a digital lynch mob, accusing me of being a fraud, a plagiarist who stole from Madison Clark, the supposed genius. My name is Chloe Evans, a filmmaker, and my short films were my life – until Madison, the newly discovered heiress, started posting crude versions of my work online, always three days before my official releases. Her attacks didn't just ruin my career, bankrupt me with endless lawsuits, and break my spirit with relentless online hate; she did the same to my friends, Leo and Anya, destroying their lives, too. The profound injustice of it all, the betrayal from the foster family who "adopted" me, the public humiliation – it became unbearable. I jumped, seeking an end to the torment. But I didn't hit the water. I gasped awake in my own bed, back in my small Queens apartment, with the screen of my laptop open to the Sundance Film Festival submission page. The date confirmed it: I had been given a second chance. My first life wasn' t a dream; it was a warning. And this time, I could hear Madison' s inner monologue, her terrifying secret: a "System" that let her see three days into the future of creative content. The parasite was doing it again, right now. But this time, I wasn' t walking into her trap. This time, I was going to burn it all down.

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The last thing I saw was the unforgiving concrete of the Queensboro Bridge, rushing up to meet me. The last thing I heard was the online roar of a digital lynch mob, accusing me of being a fraud, a plagiarist who stole from Madison Clark, the supposed genius.

My name is Chloe Evans, a filmmaker, and my short films were my life – until Madison, the newly discovered heiress, started posting crude versions of my work online, always three days before my official releases.

Her attacks didn't just ruin my career, bankrupt me with endless lawsuits, and break my spirit with relentless online hate; she did the same to my friends, Leo and Anya, destroying their lives, too.

The profound injustice of it all, the betrayal from the foster family who "adopted" me, the public humiliation – it became unbearable. I jumped, seeking an end to the torment.

But I didn't hit the water. I gasped awake in my own bed, back in my small Queens apartment, with the screen of my laptop open to the Sundance Film Festival submission page.

The date confirmed it: I had been given a second chance. My first life wasn' t a dream; it was a warning. And this time, I could hear Madison' s inner monologue, her terrifying secret: a "System" that let her see three days into the future of creative content. The parasite was doing it again, right now.

But this time, I wasn' t walking into her trap. This time, I was going to burn it all down.

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