17/100: Writer's Blocked

Day 17: Write a story about how something–be it an animal, a person or a ghost–is literally preventing you from writing. How do you turn them into an antagonist? What sort of things make them absolutely insufferable? How do you eventually win/lose the fight? Length: 400 words

Blocked:

For weeks, the screen remained blank. Days on end, I had stared, peering into the pixels. Each night I would walk away, frustrated and in despair.  Each night I would search for that one spark that would surge life back into my fingertips, ending this insufferable draught of words.  Each night I would close my eyes, empty.  Until today.

One moment there was nothing, and in the next, everything.  It was all there, as if the floodgates had opened. I placed my fingers on the keyboard and immediately started to translate my thoughts to my screen.

"olhns;s;HGVW)HAVOg,MWEGNsw..."

...What?  I didn't understand. The keys weren't working.  I couldn't type, I couldn't write.  Something was preventing me and I didn't know what, until I looked at my hands.

My hands...weren't my hands.  Not as I knew them, anyway.  The curvatures and subtleties I had grown so familiar with were now replaced by large, geometric blocks. I lifted them in front of my face and bent the cubes that had now replaced my fingers.  The joints still bent, but awkwardly and had separated slightly where my knuckles had once been. As I stared in awe at my transformation, the pixelation effect that had moments ago stopped at my wrists, now began to spread up my arms and over my body.  I watched in horror as part of my forearm began to spin slowly, morphing into the flesh-colored cube as it turned, followed by the next block and the next, until the disease spread its way over my entire body.  I lurched out of my chair and stumbled to the door. What was happening to me? This had to be some kind of nightmare. As I stood, my block feet caught the rug and I fell forward to the ground.

My body shattered across the floor like tempered glass, unable to withstand the force of the fall.  My knee crumbled first, then my chest followed by my outstretched arms. I wondered what the unlucky soul who found me would think, seeing my body disfigured and controted in such an unnatural way.  I immediately felt sorry for them. No one should have to make such a grim discovery.

As I lay there, broken, I realized the words I had found earlier would never see the light of day. A shiny silver cube teared from my eye and lightly hit the floor, crumbling into a thousand tiny glass pixels.