Nightmares of the grammarly

She stared at the screen, horrified at the travesty. The post was over 5months old. And she’d spotted a spelling error! With over a hundred views, the post was beyond salvation. It’s just a typographical error, she chided herself. But the world will KNOW, she argued.
Exhausted, she decided to just sleep over it. And that’s when she heard it. At first it was laughter. Sinister laughter. More like a witch’s cackle. It grew louder as more and more people harmoniously joined in. Then she saw them. The faceless readers of her blog. Pointing and laughing. At her. They surrounded her from all sides and she looked for a way of escape but all she saw were misplaced commas, dancing and taunting her. She saw a door and ran to it. Then a question mark as tall as her, gave her a look that was questioning and quizzical. While she pondered on that, letters started flowing in through the door. And they danced, first in pairs then they formed groups of misspelled words. She started to sweat nervously. Then the faceless humans walked toward her like zombies on a mission, screaming out the correct spellings to her. She covered her ears and screamed herself awake. Breathless, she looked around and saw the laptop with the misspelled post right beside her. Wiping the sweat off her brow, she edited the post. Heaving a sigh of relief, she dozed off into dreams that had letters grouped correctly and faceless humans that hummed quietly till she slipped into deep slumber.

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