He was staring at the blinking cursor on the computer screen, his fingers hovering over every letter, just one word to start, any word, something that will become a sentence, a paragraph. The blinking cursor, continued, taunting him. His coffee was already half empty, he’d had a snack break five minutes ago, the napkin was balled, just an inch from the trashcan. His chair creaked loudly as he leaned back, his eyes wandered to the walls. The computer clock was incorrect, no ticking of seconds, no cell phone within reach. He closed his eyes and grunted. Complete blackness surrounded him, blink of white, back to black, if he stayed long enough the four legged beast would come and attack him, thick green saliva would ooze from its mouth, he would see it for one second before everything became dark, it would come closer, closer
“Write.” It hissed lowly, with breathe reeking of stale coffee.
“I can’t.” He whined.
Its claws raised high as it slashed at him, “Write!” It repeated, over and over, slashing and gnawing at him. He would wake up with a jolt and stare at the blinking cursor. He wasn’t sure which was more terrifying anymore.
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