Writers block

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I stared at my computer screen trying to figure out what to write next. My hands hovered over the keyboard and I bit my lip racking my brain for ideas.

After a while I sighed and looked at the clock.

"1 a.m. maybe I should go to bed." I muttered to myself before saving what I had already written and closing the laptop.

I lay down on my bed and soon fell asleep.

(dream)
I was sitting in a field of flowers. There was a notebook on my lap and a pen in my hand, I placed the pen to paper, as if to write something, but as soon as I did the flowers disappeared and all that was left was a field of dirt. I stood and looked around to see an object at the other end of the field, if you could even call it that anymore.

As I watched the object I noticed that it seemed to be coming closer
I stared for a moment, curious as to what the object was.

Eventually, it was close enough for me to see, it was a large gray block of nothingness with arms and legs. I turned around and started to run away from it, for some reason, I looked behind me to see that it had picked up its pace and was now chasing me it had also changed slightly as now, written across its front, were the words 'Writers block' I looked ahead again to see my surroundings changing, the ground was now a dull gray color and the sky was black instead of the blue it once was.

I glanced back again to see that 'Writer's block' was gaining on me, I tried to run faster, but just ended up tripping on my own feet and falling to the ground. I heard laughing behind me and turned once again to see Writers block, I could tell it was what was laughing since it was the only thing around.

"Hahaha you will never have any ideas ever again whahaha." It taunted.

Beep, beep, beep.

I woke up with a jolt, confused by the dream I had just had, "how was Writer's block even talking, it didn't have a mouth!" I asked no one in particular.

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A/N Yeah, I don't know how to end this. I hope you enjoyed? Btw, since it's Friday the 13th comment something scary that has happened to you or someone you know, why? Just because.

Word count: 444
Originally posted: 9-13-2019

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