Thousands of writers shriek as they find that the dark days they had never even dared to think of have come upon them.

Somewhere a young girl, clad only in her Dr. Seuss boxers and an over-sized Batman t-shirt, hears the familiar voice of Rod Serling.

“You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You’ve just crossed over into… the Twilight Zone!”

“What the-”

“Silence!”

The silence stretches on for ages. No longer does the click of the keyboard lull over-caffeinated English buffs to sleep!

The girl suddenly jolts awake. Hesitantly, she starts the computer, immediately going to Ficlets.

All seems normal, untouched. A shudder runs up her spine.

Somewhere, Mr. Serling laughs manically. Was it really a dream? Or was it some sick flight of fancy for Mr. Serling?

Like the fabled center of Tootsie Pop…the world may never know.