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Rated: XGC · Short Story · Horror/Scary · #2207531
Just for fun... :)
SCREAMS!!!  Contest Entry 12/10/19
Theme: "HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME" "IT'S COMING IT'S COMING IT'S COMING IT'S COMING"

I looked at the clock. It was 10:59 AM Eastern time. I had an hour.

Bob had just posted a story, but his was the only one. For the third day in a row. Another “no contest” was looming, and I might be his only hope!

This whole scenario might have been fine. I could write a story in an hour. I had managed one in fifteen minutes before. Except that this time, I had no idea what to write!

I stared at the prompt. Nothing. My mind was as blank as the look on the face of a presidential candidate asked to locate Uzbekistan on a map.

It was 11:06 AM. I had 54 minutes.

My heart began to pound in my chest. What should I write?

I thought I was immune to writer’s block! Apparently not. My confidence in my ability to put words on a page was fading with every tick of the clock.

I mentally regrouped and took deep, calming breaths. Okay, I had this. I didn’t need to win this contest, just slap a story together that could allow for a contest. Three days in a row? I couldn’t leave Bob hanging another day.

I typed a word.

“Shit.”

Okay… that could work. Next word.

“Shit.”

Okay… maybe that wouldn’t work. I deleted the words, deciding to write two words this time.

“Shit shit.”

Shit! This wasn’t working. Damn it!

I looked at the time. 11:22 AM. 38 minutes to go.

I wiped the sweat from my brow as my heart began to race again.

I need an idea. Anything. Please?

What could I do? I needed help.

Of course! Help! I could do this. I just needed to reach out for some help.

I messaged Angus.

“Help me help me help me! I need a story idea for today’s contest!”

I hit refresh on my browser. No little red dot on the leftmost column of writing.com to indicate a reply.

I hit refresh again. No red dot.

I hit refresh. Nope.

Refresh. Nothing.

Refresh.

Nothing.

Refresh.

Nothing.

Shit!

I messaged SleepySerpent.

“Help me help me help me! I need a story idea for today’s contest!”

Refresh.

No red dot.

Refresh.

Nothing.

Shit!

I messaged Bob, Sugarglider, WakeUpAndLive, and Amy-Awaiting Christmas.

“Help me help me help me! I need a story idea for today’s contest!”

Refresh.

Nothing.

Shit!

I messaged everyone on writing.com who had ever sent me a message. Ever.

“Help me help me help me! I need a story idea for today’s contest!”

Refresh.

Nothing.

Shit!

It was 11:49 AM. All hope was fading. The deadline was coming.

It’s coming it’s coming it’s coming!

Shit!

I got up from my chair and walked a circle around the room, trying to stave of the panic.

I sat down at my desk again.

11:56 AM.

Okay, I just needed to put words on the screen to create a contest. I had no chance to win--or even get good writing feedback, but that didn't matter right now. I just needed to get words on the screen by 12:00 PM and not a minute later. I could do that.

I typed my story.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit 50 words”


I put on the title.

“Shit”

Description.

“Shit”

Cover.

Could I find a picture of shit in time? Nope. Blank.

Content rating.

XGC.

Keywords?

Absolutely not. I wanted as few people to find this shitty story as possible.

I clicked Save Item.


I looked at the time.


12:01 PM.



Shit.



638 words, most of which are shit.



:)
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