Writer’s block broken Stories

“Hey Lucy, where’s Mama?” Richard asked when he got home from work. “Don’t bug Mama,” the little girl told her father as he hung up his coat. “She gots a dandy lion, and it’s makin’ her crabby.” A dandy lion? He frowned. Then it hit him what she meant. Dandelions littered their front lawn, and his wife, Maggie, was probably irritated that he hadn’t put down the weed killer as he’d promised over a week ago. “Did you pick s...

Fourteen days until deadline I sank into my favorite pink poofy chair in front of my antique library desk with a stack of crisp white paper in front of me, a newly sharpened pencil in hand, and my cat Buttercup “Butters” purring on her bed in the corner. Tick tock, tick tock—meddling grandfather clock. Tap, tap, tap—impatient pencil against my forehead. “Wake up in there. I need a product name, slogan, and story for the c...

Alex stared at the blinking cursor, which pulsed like a tiny heartbeat on the empty document. The deadline loomed over him like an executioner's axe. Three days left. Three thousand words to go. Zero inspiration. He had tried everything—pacing, caffeine, yelling into the void, sacrificing an old laptop to the gods of creativity (it had felt cathartic but wholly ineffective). His editor's last email was practically seared...

Seeing me struggle to write, he gave me this pen. "It's Mr. King's," he said, "my talented kin." It fit my hand well, but I noticed something strange. Yes, my words flowed smoothly, but became creepy, quite deranged. My mind twisted and turned, into darkness the ink bled. And so, I published, not romance, but ghastly horror instead. I'd made readers happy and tingly before. Now, I waited and watched their reactions to gor...

“Can we pretend things are how they used to be?”Can I look for my own reflection instead of yours in the mirror? The moments between heartbeats are the only ones your voice doesn’t follow. I can no longer hear affection after seeing your rage. Listening makes my ears bleed now.  “Can’t you just let it go?”Can’t you just let me go? My teeth ache from clenching my jaw.My throat, from choking down responses to keep peace, is...