A Horror Story

I hurried to the computer to write a horror story and tripped over some of the words before I could type them–MAN, KNIFE–then brushed them aside and sat at my keyboard. The keys rose after I struck them. More words appeared in the air in Arial font–BLOOD, CRAWL, SPAT. I waved them away, and they floated like balloons. My dog jumped, but couldn't reach them. After I described my main character as he lay wounded, his face appeared as a bubble. My dog snapped at him, succeeding this time and popping that bubble, and he died.

Laura Shell