The Well Runs Dry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A writers nightmare, one we all share...

Submitted: January 30, 2019

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Submitted: January 30, 2019



Here I sit again, the flat screen staring back at me with its vacant glowing eye. My minds a blank, constantly filled with the noise of static freeways, voiceless radios and the empty spaces overflowing with strangers I'll never meet and would never want to.

The deadline is tomorrow, and what a perfect term to use to describe what is waiting for me. DEADLINE. It's like that two by four inch area found in the graveyard called the obituaries, a place I'm sure to be filling next week.

Desperate and still, I look for inspiration, checking sites unseen. After personally freaking out after the fifth one, I go back to the blank again. The icons above it all mock me with smiling faces which could never smile in reality.

Filling this space once again is only a wish, 'cause for me the well is running dry. But the best part of it is, I can finally cry, and the release of it is like a river.

In the morning, I'll push the deadline into tomorrow while trying not to think of next week. And as I close my eyes tonight, I know the glowing monster will find me, following forever as it invades my dreams.

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