Young Adult
A Writer’s Life
Here I am, pacing around the room like a maniac. Nothing was coming in. Nothing! A wall had etched its way into my brain. I was trapped! Just when I think I've seen a light of inspiration, it dies down and never returns. The darkness has been my companion, my very best friend. I ruffle my hair and stare at my laptop with a blank expression, arms crossed and brows knitted in frustration. Anger boils within me as a millionth heavy sigh escapes my lips. I stretch and walk around the house to know if anything will inspire me. Yet, my brain is blank. I feel nothing. Except for the wall stopping me from escaping. I retire to my room again and hit my leg on the bed in anger, but I don't feel the pain. The DARKNESS is the pain. I'm restless and wish someone will come to rescue me.
By Alexandra Iloeje4 years ago in Fiction
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Every night at Midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was during this time that Morgan felt most herself. When she was a small child, she and her mother and grandmother would all go out and sit under that sky every Midnight and bask under those clouds. Her grandmother Ruby would say it was because this time was made for them that they were special.
By Mallory White4 years ago in Fiction










