I was writing a post I thought was saved, only for the page to refresh and bring me half of what I wrote.

“No. I can’t take this anymore,” I said.

I took the quantum shrink gun I bought on the dark web, pointed it to my head and pulled the trigger.

In no time, a beam of particles enveloped me and I could instantly feel myself shrinking. It felt uncomfortable at first, little everyday objects becoming bigger than me. But it’s something I had to do to get my post back.

My phone rang. It was Loveth.

“Hello, Loveth, I can’t speak right now, I’m shrinking.”

“Hello, did you say you’re shivering?”

“No, Loveth, shrinking.”

“Hello… hello…”

I couldn’t hear her. The quantum signal modulator was interfering with the cellular network.

By now I was so tiny, I could tell because I had started seeing the things I had never seen before, the things that only existed in biology textbooks.

What I saw next could swallow me effortlessly. It looked like an insect, but a micro insect. I thought of being eaten by a micro insect, where would they find me?

But it was a risk I was willing to take, to get to the world of 1s and 0s, to get my post back. I had written about a thousand words, and half of it just disappeared into nothingness. Google chrome, argh!

The shrinking stopped. I was now in the quantum world. A world that made no sense. Things just appeared and disappeared at will. It was a crazy world, a world without control.

But I wasn’t there to tour, I was there to find my missing post. Posts shouldn’t just disappear from text editors. In the real world, things shouldn’t disappear like this crazy quantum world I found myself in.

I saw a string of information dancing and blinking away. It was my missing post. I just knew it like some quantum instinct.

I made for it. But as soon as I grabbed it, it disappeared and appeared in a different place. I tried a couple more times and the same thing happened. I just couldn’t interact with this world I was in and it was getting me so angry.

“You’re doing it the wrong way.” A shrill voice said.

It was like the whole place became one big speaker.

“Argh!” I screamed in terror, “who are you and how are you even here?”

“Be calm, would you, you gonna mess up the whole place with your emotions.”

“I don’t even know you, who are you?” I asked.

“My name is Prim,” she replied.

“And how did you get a quantum shrinker?” I asked.

“Uh… let’s see. I didn’t!” She chuckled, “Though grandma has told me about it before, it was what–“

“Wait,” I interrupted, “You mean to say you were born here?”


“How’s that even possible? Are there like hospitals and stuff?”

“Dude, look around you, you’re literally in the land of possibilities.”

She was right, I had forgotten for a moment where I was.


Well, guys, just strutting my stuff here. Let me know what you think about the read. Have you ever lost a post while typing before? How did you feel? And should I keep this going?