Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 179

With slight curiosity, Cheng’en asked Xuansang what it was. Xuansang replied that it was a demon who
could appear as one’s greatest fear. Cheng’ens’s blood chilled. “What if my editor…” His thoughts were cut
short by a angry roar, signaling the start of the battle between the two.
The demon didn’t bother with Cheng’en much, but he only focused on the writhing Wukong in front of
him. He had hammered him into the sand, and was choking him with his strength.
Cheng’en was aghast at Wukong’s defeat. He cried out unconsciously for him to think of a plan, but to
his alarm, the demon charged towards him instead. His face morphed into that of his furious editor, scolding
him for not finishing the story on time…Cheng’en froze. His fear had come true! He screamed in terror and
cowered…
“No!” Cheng’en gasped. The daylight shone from his study, illuminating his horrified face. “What?
How…” Cheng’en sputtered. He turned to the paper, still blank. Memories clear in his head, Cheng’en
grinned. He could finish the story after all! He sat down at the table, pulled out a pen, and wrote, “They
had been walking for more than half a day when they reached a kingdom called the Chechi Kingdom…”