Find Your Inspiration

Die writers block, die!!!!

It stares at me, it's blank essence having competing in a stare off with me. I try not to blink, try to force myself to overpower the urge to scrunch up my eyes and never open them again. They begin to water, a tear gliding softly down my cheek and then I close them. I've lost.

I reach up to rub my eyes with the palms of my hands. The sheet of paper stuffed carelessly in my notebook chuckling mischievously at my failure. It beckons me to try one more time but I decline it's offer. And that's when it hits me, the tiniest thing sparking an idea in my head. It expands, becoming not just a spark but a blazing fire speaking to me, "Write, write, write."

Author's Note

I think my English teacher would be proud. There are quite a few personifications wrapped into this piece. I hope you enjoyed it. Ps. the genre is adventure because I had no idea what it would fall under.

Reviews

[kinza adil]

nice. :) i've got something like that too, if you'd like to check it out

http://www.writerscafe.org/kinza/blogs/The-Writer-With-Nothing-to-Write/20152/

[—-]

i enjoyed this very much however when iopened the poem, i was full of hope i would find an instruction on how to be free of the block, alas i am still mired in it! well done all the same :P

[Holly Soques]

Ha! This is brilliant, and wonderfully captures the essence of the dreaded writers' block. The entire symptom is just evil. Writer's block, I mean. :P