The Odd One Time Story

The Writer Struggles

               The narrator sighs and looks up despairingly at the writer.

           "Would you look at yourself!" The narrator says angrily clicking his tongue at the writer's apparent failure. 

               The narrator begins to pace the space around them, getting more and more furious by the minute. 

               "You haven't written anything for months and here you are still waiting for inspiration to strike like a meteor. You'd honestly expect a miracle to occur with all of the effort you've put into doing nothing!"  The narrator sits heavily on a nearby chair glaring daggers at the writer.

              "I can't believe you...", The narrator's eyes begin to have a watery glaze as they continue to talk, "What happened to making a story for me! What happened to all of those things that you promised me!" The narrator buries their head into their hands trying to escape the anguish that the writer has caused. 

          "How many times have you done this already? How many stories have you abandoned without the intent of ever finishing them. Will you ever even finish my story... I tried to put my faith in you; I did so much to improve for this chance that you've given me. I just tried so hard for this and for you... for the both us..." The narrator stands, pulling their hands away from their face to reveal a very red, and a very sad tear streaked exasperated expression. 

           "I don't know what to do anymore. I'm done." The narrator says with a completely hollow feeling settling in without the intent on leaving any time soon.

                   The narrator walks away leaving the writer feeling shocked and incredibly depressed. 

            When the narrator leaves the writer is left to their own thoughts and feelings to deal with. The writer does not move. The writer stays.