I wish I was an author, but sadly it’s just a fanciful thought… cos I have graphophobia, a phobia of ABCs. I am not afraid of all 26, but just this tiny odd guy following ‘D.’ It’s my arch-rival. This phobia is a big strain on my writing pursuits, but I know I can find a way out.
Nobody but my shrink knows how critical my condition is. My family shrugs off my toils as imaginary. But I am not faking it. On any occasion, I spot my arch-rival, my stomach churns and dark clouds whirl in front of my orbs. I try to stay away from it as much as I can.
Luckily, today I lit upon a fascinating writing prompt to craft a story without my rival and I am giddy with joy. I am gonna do it!
Thak, thak, thak! A rhythmic clack rings in my room as I put my thoughts into words. “Ah, what a fabulous story! Jury will fancy it to bits.”
I am about to submit my story, and sadly, bad luck hits again.
Now, if only I could kill this just-found phobia of hashtags!