An excerpt from: My Non-existent Novel

Lock the door. Check. Unlock. Lock again. Check. Check again. Put faith in that lock. Turn away only to stop the mind from playing it's tricks.

It had been this way for four weeks now. That paranoid feeling that something wasn't right. That edge of your seat, heart pounding, being followed feeling.

Less than ten steps to the next door and a quick glance over the shoulder. That feeling getting stronger with the growing distance between danger and the safety of what lies on the other side of that door.

Between the elevator and the stairs, there was no question that the stairs provided the most security. Being trapped in an elevator for four floors made crawling back into bed sound like a reasonable idea. 

It couldn't have been more than five seconds, yet it was five seconds too long. A door somewhere down the hall opened, and without even a glimpse of the perpetrator the stairs were in view and the escape was in motion. 

Taking the stairs two at a time, only pausing once to collect the device dropped between floors three and two.

It was evident from the amount of noise in the previously vacant stairwell, that this wasn't the average walk in the park. This was the dreaded day that had been weighing down for the past four weeks. This was the day feared by all, even those involved shuddered at the mention of this day. The day where the weak were separated from those worthy of being called mighty and powerful.

October 2nd. The commencement of: The Zombie Apocalypse

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"Bad dream? Well, I think we know what's wrong with you now. After observing the interior workings of your brain while you slept, we found a lot of imagination. Do you read a lot? Well, I'd say that the amount of fictional reading that you have been exposed to in your lifetime is taking a toll on your mind. Do you easily become immersed in the plot lines and characters lives of the books you read and the television shows that you watch? It's not a common disease, easily curable with your cooperation, which I don't know that we have yet. Don't worry it's not contagious or your sister would definitely have it too. I'm going to prescribe you a daily dose of boring non-fiction texts and when you come back next week we'll see how you're doing."

 

 

 

Look for My Non-existent Novel in stores near you on February 30th, 2013.

Stay excellent, this is t-bear signing off