SLAM!
POUND!
"GAH!" The yell of frustration awakens the cat, who glares and saunters off annoyed.
SLAM!
POUND!
"WHY CAN'T I THINK OF ANYTHING!?"
SLAM!
POUND!
The maker of all this noise finally stops slamming his notebook and settles in his comfy, black, rolly chair. The man also known as William, is not an extremely good looking man, even when calm. His hair is his best feature and his eyes are his second. The rest is forgettable. However, along with his golden hair and chestnut eyes, his mind is sharp and his writing hand even sharper. A man like him can be found in a local coffee shop or sitting on a bench at a park looking fashionably bored. His clothes make poor men weep. For one that normally has a cool reserve, why is he freaking out? Why did he annoy his cat with all the slamming, pounding, and hollering?
He has gone where no writer likes to be...where writers quit and the weak perish...
Writer's Block Central.
It is a place where story ideas can not be found. Where story ideas are lost. Where story ideas do not flourish and wither and die. One might call this place the cemetery of story ideas. Every writer has stumbled here before. William, though, never has. This day is the first day and he seems to be struggling with this fate...this poor writer. This really must hurt William's pride.
William rubs his eyes and looks out the window in dismay. He must be torn up in the inside. He lets out a huge sigh. After a moment or two, he pulls out his cell phone and shoots a test to his friend and fellow writer. The name of the friend is Yvonne. He sits and stares at the phone. More then likely he is waiting desperately for a response.
Finally, it cones. It reads, "Calm down, William, it happens to everyone. Come over and we'll clear your mind."
William allows a half-smile crawl to his face. He is obviously pleased that Yvonne will aid him in "clearing" his mind, so his story idea can be formed.
Ewww. They're gonna have sex XD
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