https://www.tumblr.com/writing-prompt-s/748673101254033408/please-stop-writing-the-very-next-thing-you?source=share

    A team of armed personnel barge through the apartment door searching
for the young writer. The writer is at his desk, just about to write,
    "Drop the pen! Hands in the air!" The team yells out, "The next thing
you write will actually happen!"
    The writer, acknowledging that he is of value, picks the pen up anyway,
as the team is ordered to hold their fire, for perhaps the writer could
be a useful asset to them.
    But what would the writer write? Infinite money, power, fame? Maybe
immortalizing this ability?
    The writer finishes writing. He slumps in his chair, dead. The team
rushes in to check the notebook, it reads: "There was a writer named Dyla.
They died one day of unknown causes."

authors notes:
idk lol. i just wanted to do this one!