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Coffee Moment (standard:poetry, 360 words)
Author: eddiesoloAdded: Nov 02 2003Views/Reads: 2759/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A short piece about writers block.

COFFEE MOMENT By Simon Murphy 

I sit and stare with unblinking eyes; my mind is a vacuum. 

The black hole of nothingness has sucked all ideas from my head. 

The story was to be so full of promise, vibrant with excitement and

I glare at the glowing screen infested with a few scattered words that
make no sense...I am numb and tired. 

My head droops as I start to resign myself to the inevitable fate before
me...the dreaded writer's block has finally taken hold. 

His sapping fingers have probed my brain and left me empty. 

Turning slowly I feebly take hold of the Grail of eternal life; its holy
words of ‘Authors do it in various styles' inscribed on its ceramic 
side give little comfort as I sip the warm, brown liquid. 

Could this be the end? 

I close my eyes as the elixir of writers starts its journey through my
sagging, withered form. 

No more stories tonight? 

No more stories...ever? 

The thought stirs an emotion and a single tear flows down my sallow

The singular droplet falls in slow motion as I watch fascinated by its
beauty as the light cascades from its glistening surface. 

I'm captivated as gravity pulls it away from me and towards its final
destination on my keyboard. 

I watch in horror as the planet of water hits the grey plastic, its
spherical form now destroyed. 

The scene I have witnessed jolts me back from the brink of oblivion and
I smile. 

I will not give in. 

Mr W. Block is not going to take away my thoughts. 

I will prevail! 

I have to! 

My smile is broad as my neurons fire. 

My fingers begin to dance across the keys...words...sentences...glorious
paragraphs formed. 

The way forward is clear. 

I shall create a world...a NEW WORLD. 

Oh the characters and places...I can see it all with remarkable clarity.

I bring life to those blank pages. 

The story burgeons as my fingers tap the keys like a master pianist. 

The music of fiction. 

The story is written. 

The story is good. 

I feel good. 

Time for another coffee I think. 


Copyright Simon Murphy 2003. 


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