This week we asked you to write a piece of fiction or creative non-fiction about a countdown, starting with “Three, two, one.”
I glanced at my watch and scoured the message again for a loophole.
It was specific though on the time that was allotted for me to complete the task. It detailed out several things. This wasn’t the first time I had been warned. The ultimatum was clear if I failed.
I had failed.
Those last seconds that swept by sealed my fate. I held my breath until my chest hurt as I waited. Waited to live. Waited for pain. Waited for death.
I had received these messages before. The first few times I had done as requested. I involved only those that needed to be involved. I adhered myself to the directions and carried out my duties as if I were a seasoned soldier. There had been no mistakes. Perfectly executed.
I’d gotten lazy though. Perhaps it was a conscious decision to tempt them; to test fate. I had heard of others who had ignored their mission and been given grace. They had continued on their lives and nothing had happened. Just maybe I would be one of those lucky ones.
Waiting still for the end to come, I began to regret my choice. It would not have taken long to do as they had demanded. Was it worth this cost? My happiness? My life?
I began to visualize my obituary and the words started to form in my mind’s eye.
Alycia of Tennessee passed away late Friday night by not passing the form letter to 7 of her closest friends. Her mortal soul will forever be misplaced because she did not agree that she loved Jesus by passing on the letter. She accepted her fate that something bad would happen within 30 minutes of not forwarding the message.
It was over for me, but you can save yourself by passing this post on to 10 of your closest blog readers within 30 minutes or something bad will happen.