Lurking in the Shadows

They lurk, unseen, waiting for you.

They can be anywhere.  You can be sitting on the couch when one strikes.  You can be walking down the street, at the store, in the shower, even in your own bed.

Then, they strike.

Sometimes you can fight them off.  But just as often, they wait, lurking on the edge of your consciousness, gnawing at your thoughts.

Sometimes you can drive them away.  Tell them you don’t want or need them, tell them they’re stupid, tell them that they won’t work.  Sometimes they listen.

Sometimes you can hold them off.  You can tell them you’ll get back to them, whether it’s true or not.

But so often, they just stay, tripping you up at the worse moments, distracting you in the middle of other activities, driving you slowly ever closer to madness.

There is no cure.  There is no escape.  They know how you think and they are waiting for you.

There is no rescue from the plotbunnies.

 

…but in the end, do we really want there to be?

2 Comments:

  1. The ones in the shower are particularly vicious. Even the spiders are afraid of them.

  2. I say, James, bring me my gun. No, not that one. That’s my elephant gun. The plot bunny gun. Yes, that’s the one.

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