They say creating worlds is a gift. But lately, mine has felt more like a curse.

I used to wake up with stories tangled in my dreams—boys falling in love under stormy skies, secret glances across crowded classrooms, hands brushing in the dark. But now, the only thing tangled is my mind. Blank pages mock me. Deadlines breathe down my neck like ghosts I can’t shake.

So today, I did the unthinkable.

“Hi everyone. I’m sorry, but I’m putting the story on hold. Indefinitely.”

I posted it. I turned off my phone. And I tried to breathe.

But peace didn’t come.

Instead, a knock echoed through my quiet apartment. Then another. Louder. Faster.

*And when I opened the door—

She was there.*

Eyes blazing. Fan merch clinging to her like armor. My name—my pen name—painted across her tote bag in bold letters.

"You dropped it?" she said, voice trembling somewhere between heartbreak and fury. Before I could answer, the world spun. Or maybe it was just my legs being swept out from under me. Literally.

And that’s how I ended up in the backseat of a suspiciously black car, kidnapped by my fan.

*Her mission to make me write again? Or else.