The Little Black Book

Clark Jones a well known author, writer, and mystery buff was struggling to meet his deadline, and running out of options. He tried throwing the ball up in the air and catching it to clear his mind, meditated, and had a dance party by himself to get the juices flowing. Nothing worked.

He went for a walk in a nearby forest, and took the beauty of nature in. After a while, he sat down on a branch from a tree, and just closed his eyes, and meditated again. He thought to himself how calming, relaxing, and wonderful this is. He was caught in the moment. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw an glow coming across the way. He ignored it, and went back to meditating. The glow became bigger, and brighter. Now Clark was intrigued. He walked over to the glow to see what it was. As he walked over the glow got so bright he jumped and fell. When he came to he was back home on the floor, and next him was a little black book.

This little black book was not just any black book, it was magical, mysterious, and very knowledgeable. Clark did a self check to see if banged his head, because he did not remember how he got on the floor, what this black book was, or where it came from. The last thing he remembered was being in the forest, and seeing a bright yellow glow.

Clark poured a cup of tea, made a sandwich to start writing again at the table with his computer by the window. He was still out of sorts, wondering where the little black book came from. Still curious he felt like the day had already gotten away from him. He started writing when he heard a noise, or a voice, not sure what it was. He looked around, and there was nothing. He got up, searched in every room, and still nothing. He went to sit down again, and the little black book was next to his computer. Now he really thought he was crazy. He went to type, and the book said, "Open me." Clark said, "Hello." The book opened. Clark said, "What do you want? What are you?" All these words related to the story he was about to write started flowing out of the book. The little black book was not an ordinary black book, and it was not just there. The little black book was magically put there to help Clark write his story.

Now Clark was writing vigorously with excitement running through his veins. Nothing was going to stop him now. The more writing he did the more words came out of the little black book. Half way through the story the book started playing music. Now they were mentally making a connection with each other. Clark treated the book like his friend. When he took a break from writing he would ask the book questions like "Where do you come from, how did you get here, are you from this world, or another world?" He was amused and amazed that this was happening. He knew he could never tell anyone about this.

Later that night Clark got tired of writing, and chatting. He decided to take a break. He watched some TV with the little black book close by. They were forming a bond between the two of them. The little black book had a lot of comments, while watching TV. Clark and the little black book became friends, almost like one. Both of them fell asleep, while watching TV.

When they woke up the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and things felt right. Clark went back to writing with his new friend, and they got a lot accomplished. This book was a miracle, mystery, a sign of good things to come. Of course, he did not want to jinx anything, so he kept the juices flowing, and the creativity coming. They had a lot of laughs, while writing. Joking around about the content with each other. The book was completed by the end of the next day.

Clark called his editor and told him the story was finished, and ready to be reviewed. The name of the book was changed to, What Mystery is Inside? This was exciting for both the book and Mr. Jones. However, neither of them thought of what would happen once he emailed the book to his editor. Once Clark sent the story things got quiet. He turned to the little black book, and said, "Hey, we did it, all with your help. I want to thank you for everything you have done for me." No response from the book. Clark kept talking to the book, but no response. He even asked the book, "Are you OK? " Still nothing. Now he was sad. He lost the one friend that he connected with, and really enjoyed the little black book's company.

The next day he got up still sad, because he lost his partner in crime, and he heard a voice. He immediately ran over to where the book was excited. The book was gone. Hey buddy, where are you? . The voice came from a different direction. Clark said, "Hello, who is it?" It is me your friend little black book. Only now the little black book was a character that had a head, hands, arms, body, legs, and feet. How cool is this? You are alive, and you can talk, and walk. I am the happiest person right now. I have a great friend. They talked some more, and had some laughs. The editor called story was all set. Now they both can move on to their next journey together.