When he came into the room, it was like a bomb had gone off. The papers he had left neatly on the counter were everywhere. And the phone number most definately was not there anymore. "Looking for something?" called a voice cheerily from the front of the room.
It was the pharmacist. She was busy wrapping up someone's medication in a crunchy white paper bag as she walked into the back.
"What on earth happened?" she gasped.
Fritz pushed through the mess on the paper. He ran his hand over the piano keys, brushing through the confetti of shredded papers. Some fell between the keys. "What happened? Who did this?" he demanded.
"I don't know. I never heard anything," she replied.
"Were you here all day?"
"I left for coffee at 12."
He glanced into the mirror and the hair on the back of his neck prickled. The window curtain was fluttering in the glass, but when he looked behind him, the window was closed. The curtain was still. Something was very wrong here.
"I'll check in the bathroom."
He had been here for how many years, plugging away making advertising blocks for a million and one boring businesses, in an effort to make their businesses busier. Now...
The bathroom was a mess too. He picked up the tube of toothpaste out of its oozed mess. Someone or something had been busy.
Then, when he touched the paste, his ears zinging. And he could hear that breeze - the wind that was moving the curtain in the mirror, but not in the room itself. It was worse than stupid. It was creepy.
He had to go. If he couldn't find that number, he had to go there himself and let Henrick know why he would not be there. It was silly, but a fact that the man was actually concerned about his creditors well-being - and not just because he wanted them to survive long enough to pay him back. He genuinely cared about them.
He left the room and paused in the kitchen. The pasta strainer was on the floor by itself. Upside down, as if it were hiding something. He leaned over to pick it up, but his ears were ringing and he hesitated. Then he did, and he gritted his teeth. Who ever had been here had crushed the spider. Foolish though it might be, he'd had that spider in this kitchen for 2 seasons. It was sick, how someone could kill it off like that. But not surprising. His phone buzzed, and he read the text from across the room. His boss. Chirpy and breezy as always, telling him to get a move on, while simpering in text and hoping he was well. He pushed himself to forget it and crossed the room for the door, kicking aside a plush toy. The dog's toy. With its slobered on face. and hap
The following challenges were completed during the writing exercise:
Begin Start typing to begin
Event An important phone number is lost
Words Reach 50 words
Character A warmhearted pharmacist
Words Reach 100 words
Prop Include a piano
Letter Use the letter W
Event Your character sees a ghost
Words Reach 200 words
Character A mature advertising executive
Prop Include a tube of toothpaste
Letter Use the letter A
Event Someone gains superpowers
Words Reach 300 words
Character A sensitive moneylender
Prop Include a pasta strainer
Letter Use the letter R
Words Reach 400 words
Event A death needs to be avenged
Character A superficial marketing director
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