StoryreaderWriter's Block
November 11th 2006 00:42
She had writer’s block for eight months, nine days, ten hours and eleven minutes. She’d been blocked before, but never like this. She’d been through all the emotions - denial, guilt, terror, apathy and despair - over and over again. But she couldn’t get past it.
She spent the months sitting at her desk, staring at a crisp white page. A pen gripped between her fingers. And didn’t write a word.
In the twenty-third hour of the ninth day of the eighth month she got up from her desk and went to bed. For the first time in those eight months she fell asleep easily. While she slept she dreamt of a man who is dangerous and irisitable who wraps his fingers around her throat and squeezes with an enigmatic smile on his face.
In the morning she woke up with a tender throat marked by pale fingertp shaped bruises. But she was inspired. The block was gone. She sat down and began to write. About the man in her dream. She writes furiously, frantically as if her life depended on it. Days. Weeks. Months. Finally she is finished. She writes those wonderful words - the end - and lays down her pen.
Hearing a sound behind her. She turns. Only to find herself face to face with the man from her dream. Her story. Her murderer. She has written him into existence and he smiles as he comes towards her.
She spent the months sitting at her desk, staring at a crisp white page. A pen gripped between her fingers. And didn’t write a word.
In the twenty-third hour of the ninth day of the eighth month she got up from her desk and went to bed. For the first time in those eight months she fell asleep easily. While she slept she dreamt of a man who is dangerous and irisitable who wraps his fingers around her throat and squeezes with an enigmatic smile on his face.
Hearing a sound behind her. She turns. Only to find herself face to face with the man from her dream. Her story. Her murderer. She has written him into existence and he smiles as he comes towards her.
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To Fiction Arts,
I loved this!
K.L.