I Am The Story Teller

The Writers Block

"COME ON! All I need is an idea.", he screamed in head while walking back and forth in his room. He typed, but then he cleared the virtual paper once again. He had do it for almost an hour and he don't have anything to write on that virtual paper. "I think I need a break.", he muttered. "A real break!", he announced. With that, he leaved his room and entered the kitchen.

He took out a packet of ramen and make one for him. While waiting for the ramen cook, he make a hot chocolate for himself. "Oh shit. I need to calm down.", he reminded himself while pouring the hot water into his mug. To be honest, he can't stop searching for an idea. Even though it's his meal time.

He brought his ramen along his hot chocolate to the hall of the house and switch on the TV. Actually he got all of his inspiration from those dramas that were broadcast in all the television stations and some real stories that he read in newspaper. But these days, he can't think of any. Even when he read the newspaper, his mind was blank. That's called writers block symptoms.

The drama that was aired in the TV right now is '49 Days'. He couldn't help but ensoul with the drama. Sounds stupid isn't it? But that's what some of the authors did. "Finally! I got it!", he shouted in sudden. Lucky that he was living alone or something might be thrown on him.

He ran to his room to get his laptop, leaving his ramen and hot chocolate on the table in the hall. He began to type something on the virtual paper but nothing came out. "Oh fuck! Come on. Not now!", he cried in annoyance. He tried to type once again, but nothing come out. He let out a frustration sigh and slammed his hand hard on the keyboard. Suddenly the laptop went crazy and it was shut down by itself.

"What's on earth is happening?", he panic. He switch the power button so many times but nothing happen. 

"Okay, Sehun. Breathe in...", he said to himself and began to inhale. "Breathe out.", he exhaled. "Again Sehun. Breathe in.", he inhaled once again. "Breathe out.", he exhaled. He stared at his laptop and smiled. You could tell that he's not sincere with his smile, even his dead laptop knew he wasn't sincere, at all.

"Now, let's try again.", he blew a raspberry. Slowly, he brought his hand to the power button and hit it. And again, nothing happen.

"Ahaaa! It wont switch on!", he forced a smiled. "It wont fucking switch itself on!", he cried. This time he cried out loud which mean the next door neighbour might heard him.

"Oh fuck! What am I gonna do?! I got the idea already and this laptop fucking messed up with me!", he cursed. 

After a few minutes, he began to calm down and think properly like a sane man. "I need a new laptop.", he whispered to himself and went back to the hall. "Okay, maybe not so new.", he paused. "A second-hand, maybe?", he added. But then he realized something. 

"I think, I've become a crazy man right now.", he sighed. "Oh yes! Definitely yes. I'm crazy!"

AT THE MORNING, Sehun wake up and washed himself quickly so that he could go out and buy a new laptop for himself and type the fucking new idea which was keep bugging him since last night. He couldn't sleep because he keep thinking about the beginning and the end of the story.

He wear a simple outfit. As youngman, of course he should wear something around his age. Are you expecting that he'll wearing something like an old-school outfits? People might probably mock him the whole day. 

To make it fast, he took subway instead of bus because living in this hectic city like Seoul, everything will be hard. Including the traffic. Unfortunately, luck is never on his side. They're too many people who are taking subway.