It was a crisp day and I was laying on my bed, doodling my way through a page of math, hopping to get a D. I finish all 37 questions in 50 seconds before grabbing open my laptop to write some fiction. When suddenly, a blue light flashed before me, immersing my room in a cold front. I close my eyes due to the blinding light, and when I open them, I'm in a cell with wires attached to my head.

"Where am I?" I stutter.

"You are in cell 10F." a voice from no where says.

"C-cell? Why?"

"You have the mind of a writter purplebatman, a crazy mind, minds we like to study." A lady appears, she has a kind face and long black hair tied into a dancers bun. She long eyelashes, red lips, and a flawless complexion. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a red blouse, black flats, and a starch white lab coat.

"Study?"

"Yes, mostly people don't wake up for this part. Mostly when they just wake up with writters block, completely unaware of a chip in there head."

"CHIP?"

"Yes. We absorb your information, and we see if we can find ways to break it down, to understand you. That's not so bad right? Wanting to understand you?

"Let me go!"

"Sorry, but I can't do that. Goodnight G***."

"Aurgh!" I let out a cry of despair and pain as they inject me with a syrum. I unwillingly close my eyes as the womans face blurs, then fades.


So all of that was a long winded way to say I'm going on hatius due to writers blocks. Sorry. I'll try to write again soon!