I’ve been authoring this story for six

  • I’ve been authoring this story for six years, and I don’t know where to begin. I wish a chemist would create a pill for writer’s block; something like Text-Lax, or Word Softener.
  • Then my damn psychic neighbor intruded. "Um, sorry. But you were thinking out loud. Cicero was big on personal libraries and cabbages. Have you tried kim-chee for writer's block?"
  • I hated his psychic intrusions. I lied and he knew I lied when I responded, "No, I have not considered kim-chee for writer's block. I'd settle for your head on the chopping block."
  • "That's borderline cannibalistic. That doesn't bode well for your prognosis, Iago." I knew why he was calling me Iago. He knew I knew. "Can I have my mind to myself for once," I as
  • -ed the intruder in my mind. I waited too long for an answer before realized that was my answer. But what was my answer really. Had he left my mind? Was I alone in there? I heard a
  • door slam in one of my ears. He was out of my mind, but by that time, so was I. "Hello, Nuthatch Sanitarium?" I barked (literally) into the phone, "I would like to report a burglar
  • who can't burgle." I put the phone down as I realized I didn't have a phone in my padded room. That was ok, 911 would probably call back. "How," I asked myself, "without a phone?""
  • Imagine how frightening it must be to be, or not to be, without family or friends to call you a moron & make you feel as big as an amoeba’s excrement. Welcome to my hallucination.
  • My thoughts hearken back to dear-departed Mom, whose idea of loving motherhood consisted of donning a makeshift Nazi uniform and approaching me with a snapped-off car antenna. She
  • would edge toward me with the insectoid gait of an Olympic fencer, yelling "en garde!, recreating a kind of Napoleonic D-Day. Ah, those were the days.


  1. Jimbeau Nov 05 2021 @ 21:42

    This entire essay reeks of psychobabble.

  2. Woab Nov 06 2021 @ 11:32

    Mad props!

  3. Ped_Xing Nov 11 2021 @ 01:46

    Psst, anybody want to buy some Thorazine that fell off the truck in a hurricane named Alton? Yeah, me neither.

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