| General Fiction posted January 15, 2021 |
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What is in the package?
The Package
by Monica Chaddick
There was a knock on the door. I put down my glass of wine and my magazine and unfolded myself from the comfort of my couch. I yelled out that I was coming and made my way to the door.
I opened the door and looked around. No one was there, but there was a package on my stoop. This was rather odd, since I hadn't ordered anything, but I picked it up, thinking that either someone sent me something or it was a wrong address sort of situation. Oddly enough, it was addressed to me, but had no return address.
Even more strange, there was a label on it that warned me to be aware that opening the package would have consequences and that if I opened it, I must be ready to accept said consequences. I was a bit spooked by this, so I set the package down on my coffee table, refilled my wine, and retired to my bedroom. There I spent the night in fitful sleep with the light on.
In the morning light, I felt a bit like a fool. It was obvious that someone was playing some sort of a prank on me. After all, what consequences could opening a package have? I moved the package to my dining room table and stared at it as I ate my breakfast. I still couldn't bring myself to open it, but I couldn't leave it alone, either.
I didn't have work today, so I carried the package to my room and set it on my bed while I got dressed in my comfiest outfit. Once I was dressed and ready for the day, I moved it back to the coffee table. I sat on the couch contemplating the package for a while, then once more moved it to the kitchen while I did the morning dishes.
Finally, I decided that the best thing to do would be to just open the stupid thing. After all, what could a package do to me? I slit the tape with determination and popped open the box. Inside, buried beneath the packing paper, was a note. The note stated that I had just released an airborne poison into the air and that I would be dead within minutes.
As I lay on the kitchen floor, blood coming out of my eyes and gasping my final breath, I realized that a package could do something to me, after all.
Sentence writing prompt entry
There was a knock on the door. I put down my glass of wine and my magazine and unfolded myself from the comfort of my couch. I yelled out that I was coming and made my way to the door.
I opened the door and looked around. No one was there, but there was a package on my stoop. This was rather odd, since I hadn't ordered anything, but I picked it up, thinking that either someone sent me something or it was a wrong address sort of situation. Oddly enough, it was addressed to me, but had no return address.
Even more strange, there was a label on it that warned me to be aware that opening the package would have consequences and that if I opened it, I must be ready to accept said consequences. I was a bit spooked by this, so I set the package down on my coffee table, refilled my wine, and retired to my bedroom. There I spent the night in fitful sleep with the light on.
In the morning light, I felt a bit like a fool. It was obvious that someone was playing some sort of a prank on me. After all, what consequences could opening a package have? I moved the package to my dining room table and stared at it as I ate my breakfast. I still couldn't bring myself to open it, but I couldn't leave it alone, either.
I didn't have work today, so I carried the package to my room and set it on my bed while I got dressed in my comfiest outfit. Once I was dressed and ready for the day, I moved it back to the coffee table. I sat on the couch contemplating the package for a while, then once more moved it to the kitchen while I did the morning dishes.
Finally, I decided that the best thing to do would be to just open the stupid thing. After all, what could a package do to me? I slit the tape with determination and popped open the box. Inside, buried beneath the packing paper, was a note. The note stated that I had just released an airborne poison into the air and that I would be dead within minutes.
As I lay on the kitchen floor, blood coming out of my eyes and gasping my final breath, I realized that a package could do something to me, after all.
I opened the door and looked around. No one was there, but there was a package on my stoop. This was rather odd, since I hadn't ordered anything, but I picked it up, thinking that either someone sent me something or it was a wrong address sort of situation. Oddly enough, it was addressed to me, but had no return address.
Even more strange, there was a label on it that warned me to be aware that opening the package would have consequences and that if I opened it, I must be ready to accept said consequences. I was a bit spooked by this, so I set the package down on my coffee table, refilled my wine, and retired to my bedroom. There I spent the night in fitful sleep with the light on.
In the morning light, I felt a bit like a fool. It was obvious that someone was playing some sort of a prank on me. After all, what consequences could opening a package have? I moved the package to my dining room table and stared at it as I ate my breakfast. I still couldn't bring myself to open it, but I couldn't leave it alone, either.
I didn't have work today, so I carried the package to my room and set it on my bed while I got dressed in my comfiest outfit. Once I was dressed and ready for the day, I moved it back to the coffee table. I sat on the couch contemplating the package for a while, then once more moved it to the kitchen while I did the morning dishes.
Finally, I decided that the best thing to do would be to just open the stupid thing. After all, what could a package do to me? I slit the tape with determination and popped open the box. Inside, buried beneath the packing paper, was a note. The note stated that I had just released an airborne poison into the air and that I would be dead within minutes.
As I lay on the kitchen floor, blood coming out of my eyes and gasping my final breath, I realized that a package could do something to me, after all.
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Writing Prompt Write a story that starts with this sentence: There was a knock on the door. |
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