The Author’s Chair
“So you want to write books?” the figure asked.
“Yes.” the author replied.
“What you need is the Author’s Chair. You won’t be able to stop writing.” the figure said. A brown leather chair appeared.
“That’s what I want. How much for it?”
“Only your soul.” The author laughed upon hearing this.
“It’s of no matter. Go ahead and take it!” the author urged.
“Fine.” The figure disappeared.
The author sat down and began writing and found he couldn’t stop. He wrote many works, but died of thirst, hunger, and exhaustion from never being able to leave the Chair.
This nasty little story was written with the prompt Author’s Chair provided by the Carrot Ranch September 23 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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