flash fiction friday, barely before deadline

i cut this one close, so i don't have time to explain much, except to big up jj for setting it all up, and to say that i make no promises since this was a little hurried...

There was someting a little bit quiet…
back arrow, back arrow back arrow, again, a few more times, insert h...something! there was something a little bit quiet…
why the hell didn’t i learn to type?
but i know why. because no self-respecting man should type – he has a secretary for that. specifically, a secretary in a short, tight skirt and a cleavage-baring shirt.
so i suffer, sans secretary, keyboard challenged, unpublished. let the pity-party begin.
after all, how many people set out to rewrite an entire 700-page novel before even getting feedback on it? how many are blessed, or cursed, with the ability to know immediately upon reading his own work, exactly what it needs to be perfect?
i pick and peck at these keys, in my labour of love, knowing that each letter is another step towards my imminent success, but goddamn it! where the hell is a sexytary when you need one!
alright. fine.
so.
there was something a little bit quiet in the air that night.
a little bit quiet? is that too many qualifiers?
no. it’s what i want to say here.
but is that the way to start this masterpiece, with not utter silence, but a little bit of quiet? but then, a little bit of quiet is different from a little bit quiet…
shit.
ok. there was something quiet in the air that night.
quiet? or still? maybe 'still' is the atmosphere it needs. still might be a better word…has more depth…but quiet is much more unassuming. is unassuming what i want, at the beginning of my trajectory to stardom? well, maybe stardom isn’t quite what authors end up with, but acclaim, certainly.
there was something still…
there was something still in the air.
there was something still in the corner of the room.
what the hell is that in the corner? why’s it so dark over there? it doesn’t just look like a lack of light, it looks like there’s something very dark placed there, absorbing light and casting a shadow…maybe i should check it out.
come on now. don’t be dumb. it’s just the very convincing words on the screen in front of me. there’s nothing in the corner but what i put there.
so, what would i like to put there? should i even be putting something there?
there was something still, but stirring ever so slightly in the corner…
what the hell is that, sucking up all the light in the corner? i swear there’s nothing over there, and it’s not that dark in this room…i should check it out, make sure nothing’s been misplaced, after all, why should i believe they respect my wishes about staying out of this room…
after this paragraph i’ll go see.
there was something still, but stirring ever so slightly in the corner. at first glance it was nothing, but a steadier gaze revealed movement…
alright, it’s driving me crazy. i have to see what’s over there, or i’ll never get anything done. goddamn it, why can’t they just listen when i say don’t come in here and don’t interfere?! are they intent on sabotaging a masterpiece?
alright. i’m going over there.
shit. is there something moving? what the…
nah.
ok.
maybe i don’t want to go over there. whatever’s in the corner can wait until tomorrow morning, right?
right.
what the…
this is silly now. i’ll just go and put this to rest. there’s nothing in that corner, especially not anything that could move independently. i'll go look, then my mind can focus on the matter at hand.
but why is that…
what the…
this can’t be happening.
this is not happening.
there is nothing in the corner.
there is nothing moving in the corner.
there is nothing coming towards me from the corner.
there is nothing large and menacing coming towards me from the corner.
there is nothing com

walk good.