The following is an excerpt from Literary Dynamite, A Humorous Short Story from S.E. Gordon
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Megan Ita stared at the keyboard, wondering if her story had disappeared into the cracks between the keys. It was a feeling that she knew all too well: the muscles in her dry throat tightening and making it difficult to breathe, the wheels of her imagination slowing to a crawl. "Must break through!" She banged her head on the keyboard. "It's just one sentence. I can handle one stupid sentence, can’t I?" she sniffled, and then cried.
"What's wrong with me? Haven't I done this a thousand times?" Megan polished off a warm can of Red Bull and wiped the tears from her eyes, hoping to lift the imaginary burden. She shrugged it off, sat up straight in her ragged chair, and cut out the offending line. After reading the narrative again, she slipped it back in and grumbled. "I will defeat you!" she vowed.
After exhausting her arsenal of profanities, Megan took a break, certain she could outfox the wily sentence. She turned on the oven, and baked herself a batch of chocolate chip cookies, a ritual that surfaced every time she pondered a difficult bit of text. "Not thinking about you right now," she tried to convince herself, but indeed she could not. The pitiful prose hung over her like a cloud, blinding her from the rest of the manuscript. All she needed was to get her hero out of a tent. "This is ridiculous." She stripped off her bifocals, and rubbed her throbbing head.
And it happened far too often.