I sat down and started at the blank screen in front of me. Nothing, I've got nothing. I sighed as a pushed away from the desk. Its been two weeks and I still cant come up with anything good to put down. I flipped through so old writings trying to rack my brain of any good ideas, but still nothing came. The phone rang, pulling me back to reality. The stupid phone hasn't worked in months. Maybe they finally connected it back to the line. I shrugged it off and picked up the phone," This is Greg how can I help you?" " Hello Greg?, this is Leanne". Leanne, the name didn't ring a bell. "Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to meet me for some coffee sometime today? I have something I wanted to ask, but it doesn't seem to appropriate over a phone." I though about the consequences of meeting a strange woman at a coffee shop. Couldn't be to much harm in it. "umm sure, is 5 O'clock good to you?" " sounds perfect ill meet you at 5." ~click~
I set the phone down and glanced at the clock. 4:30. Guess the story is gonna have to wait. Maybe something will happen tonight that I can write about. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
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FantasyGreg is a fiction writer trying to find a story line for his new book. He gets a mysterious phone call one day and takes a chance to see if he can get the story he needs from it. Will he get the story or are things not all what they seem to be??
