Bill sighed heavily as he stared at the laptop in front of him. The screen showed a blank document. One that he was supposed to be writing on. He rolled his eyes, ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed out a heavy breath of pure frustration.
"What the hell am I going to write?" Bill muttered to himself. "I need to get this story done and posted by midnight" he glanced at the clock. "Two hours? Wonderful" sarcasm filled his words.
He tapped his fingers on his desk and scanned around the room for ideas. He groaned, laid his head back on the chair, and glared at the ceiling. The block that overtook his brain for any thought of creativity was really tightening its hold.
"What's the point of even writing this dumb thing? Nobody gives a shit" Bill sighed and turned away from his desk. He hunched over with his elbows resting on his lap. He then sighed again but heavier and turned back toward the desk. "No. I need to do this. Alright, c'mon brain. Let's just write this"
His fingers started moving as fast as the capricious autumn winds just outside his window. He didn't dare take a break to look at the view. One break from his concentration and the story was done for.
He stared at the words appearing on the screen. His teeth tightened over his bottom lip. His fingers never stopped dancing along the keyboard.
One word turned into a hundred words and then two hundred fifty words. His fingers kept going. The document was quickly filled and moved on to the next page. A relieved smile covered his face when he noticed just how much he had written.
Then he stopped. Time was almost up. He sat back and stared at what he had created.
'You have failed them' was written over and over along the pages of the document.
A tear escaped his eye. He slowly stared at the clock, watching as it turned midnight. A low husky laugh filled the silence. But it wasn't from the outside world. The laughing only got louder and louder and louder. Until finally...Silence.
Bill Denbrough was found at 5:43 PM on Saturday 10/27/2018. His head looked like it had been clawed at from the inside out. He was hunched over his laptop. The words 'Writing Kills' was written over and over throughout the whole document.
He will be missed.
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IT31 || 31 days of IT
FanfictionThis is my attempt at writing spooky oneshots for the Losers Club every day of October. Wish me luck. Every chapter is its own story! Also, Pennywise stars in some of these oneshots. If you're in denial that he exists, well you've been warned! Some...
