The Cursed Writer's Block
By: Jaleigh Dawn Overton
Malory was a normal aspiring writer. She wrote many fanfictions, her own novels, and many more pieces. She loved writing. But one day, she came across reading about somewhere. Someplace called 'Writer's Block'. She thought about maybe going there. She then took her TARDIS messenger bag and took a bus to Writer's Block.
As she got on the bus, the driver asked her, "Where to miss?" He was a very old looking man, about in his 70s. "I'd like to go to Writer's Block," Malory replied. The driver gave her a very surprised, almost terrified look. "M-miss... I recommend not going there..." Malory was puzzled. "Why, sir? Why can I not go?" He simply shook his head and continued driving. Malory was confused.
She sat in a seat beside a strange looking man. He had a very handsome face, slicked back black hair, a long trenchcoat with a black fedora. "Hello, Ms. Malory."
Malory looked at the man. "H-how do you know my name?" He simply smirked. "I'm a fan of your work. Your fan fictions of Markiplier and Yamimash... Those simply drive me wild." Malory blushed. "O-oh thank you, sir..." He looked at her. "Heading to Writer's Block?" He asked. Malory nodded. "Yeah... I'm curious on what it is... Is it a little writer's fair or something else?"
The man looked at her. "I've heard it is quite very hard to get there..." Malory looked at him. "How so?" The man leaned back in his seat, relaxing. "Simply because you can just get caught into it... And most people don't like that."
Malory nodded, soon the bus stopped. It was to Writer's Block. "Well... H-here's my stop..." She looked over to find the man gone. And the bus driver too. "U-uhm..." Malory stepped off of the bus and walked into a gate. 'Enter If You Dare' is what the sign said on the gate. "Well... No turning back..." Soon Malory walked in the gate. She found many people looking bored and frustrated.
"UGH! I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT TO WRITE!!" A man slammed his hands on a little cafe table, with a blank sheet of paper in front of him. Soon a woman stood up. "I KNOW WHAT TO WRI--" Her body turned into ash in the middle of her shout. Malory was terrified.
A tall and darkly looking figure loomed over Malory. He grabbed her arms and sat her in a cafe chair. She tried to struggle but she couldn't move. She sat there, a blank piece of paper in front of her.
"Write..." The dark figure said. "O-okay..." Soon Malory looked at the paper. 'What to write,' she thought. After almost 2 years of sitting there, she stood up, "I KNOW WHAT TO WRI--" Soon Malory turned to ash. The dark figured laughed.
Malory sat up from her bed, breathing heavy. She sat there, holding her head. "I-I... Know what to write..." She got up and ran to her laptop to write her new story.
By: Jaleigh Dawn Overton
Malory was a normal aspiring writer. She wrote many fanfictions, her own novels, and many more pieces. She loved writing. But one day, she came across reading about somewhere. Someplace called 'Writer's Block'. She thought about maybe going there. She then took her TARDIS messenger bag and took a bus to Writer's Block.
As she got on the bus, the driver asked her, "Where to miss?" He was a very old looking man, about in his 70s. "I'd like to go to Writer's Block," Malory replied. The driver gave her a very surprised, almost terrified look. "M-miss... I recommend not going there..." Malory was puzzled. "Why, sir? Why can I not go?" He simply shook his head and continued driving. Malory was confused.
She sat in a seat beside a strange looking man. He had a very handsome face, slicked back black hair, a long trenchcoat with a black fedora. "Hello, Ms. Malory."
Malory looked at the man. "H-how do you know my name?" He simply smirked. "I'm a fan of your work. Your fan fictions of Markiplier and Yamimash... Those simply drive me wild." Malory blushed. "O-oh thank you, sir..." He looked at her. "Heading to Writer's Block?" He asked. Malory nodded. "Yeah... I'm curious on what it is... Is it a little writer's fair or something else?"
The man looked at her. "I've heard it is quite very hard to get there..." Malory looked at him. "How so?" The man leaned back in his seat, relaxing. "Simply because you can just get caught into it... And most people don't like that."
Malory nodded, soon the bus stopped. It was to Writer's Block. "Well... H-here's my stop..." She looked over to find the man gone. And the bus driver too. "U-uhm..." Malory stepped off of the bus and walked into a gate. 'Enter If You Dare' is what the sign said on the gate. "Well... No turning back..." Soon Malory walked in the gate. She found many people looking bored and frustrated.
"UGH! I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT TO WRITE!!" A man slammed his hands on a little cafe table, with a blank sheet of paper in front of him. Soon a woman stood up. "I KNOW WHAT TO WRI--" Her body turned into ash in the middle of her shout. Malory was terrified.
A tall and darkly looking figure loomed over Malory. He grabbed her arms and sat her in a cafe chair. She tried to struggle but she couldn't move. She sat there, a blank piece of paper in front of her.
"Write..." The dark figure said. "O-okay..." Soon Malory looked at the paper. 'What to write,' she thought. After almost 2 years of sitting there, she stood up, "I KNOW WHAT TO WRI--" Soon Malory turned to ash. The dark figured laughed.
Malory sat up from her bed, breathing heavy. She sat there, holding her head. "I-I... Know what to write..." She got up and ran to her laptop to write her new story.
