i stare at the laptop, the laptop stares back at me.

i then look down at the keyboard and type a few words.

i look at the screen and read what i just wrote.

shaking my head, i delete the few words that i wrote.

i stare at the laptop, the laptop stares back at me.

realisation hits me.

i have no inspiration whatsoever.

i gasp. i gag. i cough. i talk. i walk. i sleep. i drink. i eat. i watch.

nothing happens.

i hit the emergency brakes and use my FINAL MOVE that never fails me.

i think.

deafening silence engulfs me.

frothing, i tear at my hair in horror.

this cannot be happening!

...

it hits the headlines the next day.

AUDREY HAS THE DEADLY, FATAL, VENOMOUS...
WRITER'S BLOCK!!!

"i couldn't believe it! i was shocked for a few moments. this has certainly been a terrifying experience for me. i think i'm traumatised. i need to be ALONE." ~Audrey on how she felt.

from afar, a shadow spies traumatised audrey and laughs sinisterly. "REMEMBER ME, AUDREY. I WILL BE BACK. BIG, BAD, AND BOLDER. THIS TIME, I SLIP INTO YOUR MIND AND EAT UP ALL YOUR INSPIRATIONS TILL YOU ARE SUCKED DRY. HA.HA.HA. AND ALL OF YOU OUT THERE, WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT, I, WRITER'S BLOCK WILL BE THERE!"