A Case of Writer’s Block

I sit down with my cup of coffee and a notepad. I open the curtains to let the sun’s rays into my humble abode. It casts an ambient light over my desk. Quite aesthetic if I do say so myself. I sigh satisfactorily. It was a perfect day. I hunch over my notepad and begin to write.

Where was I? Oh, yes.

Langley pushed through the thistle, his breathing ragged and frantic. He could hear the beast getting closer. Its enormous roars echoed throughout the forest. The thud of its padded feet seemed to get louder with every passing second.

Langley continued to make his way through the forest. Branches whipped his face, causing it to bleed. But he couldn’t stop. Not when the beast was so near. He felt the bullet that was firmly lodged in his appendix. His carelessness had gotten him into this situation. And this time, it might be the reason for his death.

Suddenly Langley fell through the thicket and into a clearing. The sun’s rays penetrated through the forest’s canopy. But Langley didn’t have time to appreciate the view. H could hear the beast behind him. He looked around frantically, desperate for a way out.

He was trapped.

The beast’s roars grew louder. 

I bite my pencil in frustration. I’ve written myself into a corner. This is the hardest part. Writing your way out of the hole you’ve dug for yourself. I could give up. Just throw this away and try something else. But I don’t want to. I know there’s something special here. If only I can bring it to fruition. I want to bring Langley’s story to a close. He deserves at least that much. After all he’s been through.

Langley pulled out the knife he had been keeping in his back pocket.

No. No. No. That doesn’t work either. It’s too sudden. It’s like I’m trying to rush the story. I’ve always believed in the story. If it’s good, it will tell you where it wants to go. If not, well…this happens. My mind is riddled with self-doubt.

And then everything clicks. Like the last piece in the jigsaw puzzle. The piece you had to crawl under the sofa for. And the story goes on. My pen flies across the paper, scribbling Langley’s final hours. His moment of truth. The culmination of all his actions. And it’s beautiful.

I lay down my pen, and I close my notepad.

“There is no greater pain than bearing an untold story inside you” -Maya Angelou

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