COLEEN

The cursor blinked back at me like it was mocking me. A blank Word document stared from my laptop screen, the title bar reading: ENG 103- Comparative Literature Essay.

Beneath it, nothing. Not a single word.

I groaned, shoving my chair back and burying my face in my hands. I’d been at this for hours, flipping through my notes, rereading the prompt, skimming the novels again, but it was like my brain had shut down.

I was usually good at English. Not amazing, but good enough to ...