SATIRE
Writing Copious Amount Of Ideas On Notebook Paper Spawned A Monster
Don’t write many listicles
It’s early dawn as I sit at my desk thinking of ideas to write articles about. As I pondered, the bird sang their morning ballad, and a neighbor weed whacked three blocks away. I sat there conquering up what on earth to write? A listicle, personal essay, or maybe an idea so clever, it’s foolish not to note it down.
When the lightbulb struck, I aimed my pencil to the notebook paper to write a viral hit when the ground rumbled. At first, I assumed it was an earthquake, and I attempted to ignore it; no one would stop me from writing my viral hit. Yet the rumble persisted. Okay, this must be the big one everyone keeps clamoring about, I thought. Knowing I was in danger, I finished scribbling my idea and hid under my desk, hoping the quake takes me away quickly and painlessly.
Within moments, the rumbling stopped. I opened my eyes to peek through the window under my desk to see any outside destruction. No, everything’s aligned; no wreckage. Peering through the window, I heard a growl, and my body lifted from the ground. Before I can react, something thin grabbed me by the torso. It directed me to its field of vision, where I witness something I couldn’t explain to a scientist. A thin, thin, eyeless…
