There have been quite a few shows and books released over the past year or so that address agoraphobia and include agoraphobic characters. And I wonder how much of this has been influenced by the pandemic. In an odd way, many of us don’t leave the house as much as we once did after the effects of the pandemic set in. More and more people are working from home, learning from home, getting things delivered to their homes instead of going out to shop, staying in to binge-watch a show instead of going out to socialize, etc.

Keep reading to see today’s full writing prompt, Agoraphobic Author, and my completed version of it: Co-Author Needed.

Agoraphobic person looking out a window
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Today’s Writing Prompt: Agoraphobic Author

Today, imagine you’re an agoraphobic author trapped inside your house because you fear leaving it. Then write about it. Before you begin to write, consider what types of things scare you when you consider leaving the house. And consider the effects your agoraphobia has on your overall lifestyle, especially your physical and mental health.

Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt

Co-Author Needed, by K.E. Creighton

I hide behind the blackout curtain in the front room as she stands at my front doorway holding a plastic shopping bag with something in it. I can’t tell what’s in the bag because it doesn’t have a logo on it. But it looks full.

I can see everything the doorbell camera is capturing in my app. Her hair is perfectly curled and she has a neon green top on and a slight smile on her lips that starts fading when I don’t answer the door.

A few seconds ago, I had been elated because I was on the last sentence of the last chapter of my very own debut novel. So close to being done with the first draft. But now my breath is choppy. My eyes are wide. I am panicking. And I have wet splotches of coffee on my cream-colored slippers due to a spill from being surprised by the doorbell. Because no one ever comes here. I make sure of that.

Why is she here? My co-author never comes here. No one comes here, aside from the delivery person my mother hired to bring me groceries once a week. How did she even know where I live? We only ever email or text each other. What is she doing here? At my house? Unannounced?

I told my co-author just yesterday that she would have to attend the reading for our newest published work without me. Sure, it was at the library down the street from me. It would be starting in twenty minutes, as a matter of fact. But I couldn’t ultimately bring myself to go. All those people. In such confined quarters. In a public space. Staring. All those noises. And coughing and laughing. And staring. So I told her late last night that I was feeling under the weather suddenly. So sorry. I wouldn’t be able to make it.

In a way, it wasn’t a lie, what I said to her. Because I was feeling sick when I thought of going. Close to vomiting. Or passing out. One or the other. Maybe both. Similar to how I feel now. I feel my throat closing up and I’m getting dizzy.

She knocks when I don’t answer the doorbell. I step back and stare at the door, frozen. What am I going to do? Will she ever leave if I don’t answer? Didn’t she have somewhere to be? Like our book reading?

Then I hear my phone chime. It’s her. She texts, saying she hopes I’m sleeping well and that she dropped off some soup and crackers on my front doorstep in a plastic bag. Get well soon. We have some more writing to do when you’re all better, she typed next to a winky face.

I creep up to the curtain again and see her white Prius drive off. And when I’m sure no one is out there, I open the door and snatch the plastic bag.

After I put the plastic bag in the kitchen, I go back to my desk to finish what I had written before the doorbell rang. And freeze.

Will I ever be able to go out as an author on my own, without a co-author, if I can’t go out in the real world on my own, literally, too?

Then an entirely different and new fear hits me.

[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]

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