Ok, so despite the title, this 100 word piece is not horror, but something inspired by my move. Hopefully by the time this pops up I am happily moved in to my new condo…. Also I know I said biweekly, but this one did not want to wait.

The terror grips her, and her breath comes faster and faster. This is it. She can’t escape it, not anymore. The hour has grown late, and the list long, and now she hasn’t enough time to do everything on it.

Half packed boxes litter the messy apartment, and as she looks around she sees too many things still in their places. What was she thinking? Why didn’t she start this earlier?  

The overwhelming amount of work ahead leaves her paralyzed with indecision, unable to find a place to start. And so, for another day, nothing gets done.


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