Writer's Block

There he sat again, staring at the mostly white webpage that was splashed with a hint of red up in the banner. The blinking cursor sat in the body of the story, unmoving yet again. No ideas would come to him no matter how hard he tried. He knew there were stories he wanted to tell. How could someone get writer’s block in 1024 characters?

A flicker of an idea popped into his mind and his hands rose to the keyboard of his old, nearly useless laptop, before having them retreat back to his lap. He knew that story would be boring and all he would get were criticisms.

He leaned to the side and picked up his soda and took a long drink, feeling useless. Suddenly…Umm….He was eaten by a zombie, or something.

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