STORY STARTER

Submitted by chiyo | チヨ |

The writer stared at the post-it on the wall. She knew it would change her life for the far, far worse…

Staring Contest

My hand glides against the blue sticky note on the wall. It stares at me, questioning my choices. The chance of going to jail rises as I add more sticky notes to the wall. All I see are choices and different ways.


The more I add, the more I question my sanity. Why hasn't anyone stopped me yet? I finally dropped the notes and leaned back to view what was on the wall. My hands trembled inside my pockets, begging me to stop.


I can't let anyone know. Not now, not ever. I pace myself to leave my room and hurry downstairs for a snack. Food should distract the mind. At least I hope it does.


My apartment is as silent as a graveyard. No one is alive to make a sound. I itch to grab the salted chips on the counter, but I grab the cucumbers instead. It's a safer option. It feels tedious on my tongue. Even my lips tremble from the words on my wall.


It takes too long to finish my food. I pushed the chair back and steadily made my way up the stairs. My door seems to be staring death in my face, too. Everything has looked hysterical since I put the sticky notes on my wall. I shouldn't be a writer. Am I even a writer?


My hand quivers on the doorknob, embracing myself to the horror of my room. Everything I worked for could disappear in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, I force myself to open the door with my eyes squeezed shut.


I lazily opened my eyes to the fright of my room. My heart falls to my feet. I turn to the wall. All the notes are gone, missing, and disappeared. And, Michela disappeared too.

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