Writer's
Block
The screen glared
and the cursor blinked.
Jelly beans bounced and
clicked as I typed.
My fingers itched,
my toes wiggled.
My hands shook
and I could hear, hear
my heart thumping.
It was freezing outside,
and here I was sweating
like a Bombay rickshaw walla.
House of horrors, and
tunnel of terror. I was swallowed
by the open screen.
I took a deep breath, and
I reasoned. I had just enough time
and it was just midnight.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Bong, bong, bong.
Three A.M. and all I had
was the title. I beamed at
the font, tasty as cotton
candy. I wondered if I'd
get credit for it.
I blinded my screen, and
went to bed.
For the first time in life
I got a glimpse of the real
monster.