My Cliche

The Author's Purpose

"No those aren't the right words."

I said out loud as I furiously press the backspace on my chromebook. I run my hands through my hair in frustration. I look at the clock on the wall behind me.

11:57am

'I have a few more hours before I can go back to the room.' I think to myself looking back at my chromebook. 'All I need to do is finish this story, but I don't know what to type.'

I lean back in the creaky old chair and sigh. The loddy at the time was quiet for once, but even then I still could think. The guys were playing pool, the distant sound of them talking could be heard through the glass next to me. Even the lady working the front desk kept the place quiet do little ol' me. But still the words weren't coming to me. I lay my head on the glass table.

"I really hate writer's block" I mumble to myself.

A slight tap on my shoulder was felt as I looked up to see a short woman with black hair and basically wearing all black looking at me with a smile. 

"You can't think of something to write, again?"

"I don't know why I can't think of anything to write." I say placing my head back on the table.

"Well maybe you aren't writing" she said as she sat in the chair beside me. "But instead just trying to put something on paper."

I pick my head up and look at her again with a cocked eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

She laughs as pats my back. "What I'm trying to say is: try to write from the heart."

I look back at my computer screen and shake my head. "I can't do that"

"Why not? For all my years I've worked here, I've never seen someone who is gifted in writing stories as you."

I smirk."Bullshit."

She smacks the back of my head. "I meant that ya know."

"Sorry, Its just..." I rub my hands together. "I after what has happened to me and family, I don't think I can write again."

"If I remember correctly, when you first came here to the lobby and read your stories to me and the staff. They loved it."

She wrapped her hands around mine to stop them from shaking. "Whether it was short or long you continue to read them to us and our guest. Hell, some people come to the lobby just to hear you read your stories. Do you really want to let all those people done?"

Tears start to fall from my face as I try to maintain my composer.

"What's wrong, Carter? She asked. "It's been a week since you have told a story."

"I. Can't. Write." I say choking back the sobs in my throat.

"Why?"

"CUS' I LOST IT, OK!" I yelled.

Everything and everyone went silent. Nobody moved or dared to say anything. All eyes were fixed in my position, waiting for my next move. However it wasn't pretty. I cried. To be honest, it was more like a baby screaming for attention from its mother, and almost as if she knew what to do Ms.Lynda wrapped her arms around me. My tear flooded her black t-shirt as all my emotion poured out of my eyes. We stay wrapped together for an hour till i stopped crying.

"No that that's over." Lynda said as she sat back in her chair. "Explain yourself."

I hung my head but I answered. "I had a purpose to write"

"Which was?"

"My friend, Lucy"

Lynda's face became almost immediately enraged. "Oh, so what did she do? Do I have to choke a bi-"

I wave my hands to calm her down"No,no,no you don't have to do that. She didn't do anything. She actually doesn't know about my situation."

"So what's the big idea?"

I sigh as look at my computer. "I wrote stories before I came here to his motel and before I put them on Wattpad altogether; Lucy came along. She was beautiful when I first laid eyes on her and we instantly clicked. We would talk for hours and even tried to hangout over the summer. They sadly failed, but it just propelled us to try hard to spend time with each other. Ya know, she was the one who pushed me to write stories on Wattpad. I even started to grow feelings for her, so i started to write a story about us. It felt like everything was going good until my family was kicked out of our house. With all the sadness and the stress, I guess I kinda broke down and lost the will to write again. And I know I started making stories again, but that was for the hell of it. To make me forget that I was going through some hard times. To make me feel like I had some joy in life."

"So why are you here sulking?" I look away from my computer to see Lynda with her arms crossed and staring at me. "Clear your problems up before you write a single word. Tell this girl how you feel. Tell her your situation and if she cares about you then she will stick with you. And if she doesn't, then she is a lost cause don't worry about her. And when you get done with her look inside yourself and write from your heart and find yourself a new reason to write your stories." 

I lunge towards her and hug her. "Thank you, so much."

Lynda pats my head. "Your welcome, honey, you are so welcome."

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"We are all family to each other. Whether by blood or by friendship.

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