Writers Block

‘It was a dark and stormy night...’


I scribbled it out and then chucked the piece of paper in the bin. That was such a cliqued start to a story. I rubbed my temples wishing that some kind of literary brilliance would pop into my mind. All that I had was the idea...

The rain belted down on the roof as if it was mocking me. I have always loved the rain. Not only that but thunderstorms, lightning storms and hail. My favourite memory would be of my family and I sitting by the window in South Africa and watching the lightning storm paint the sky. We didn't dare venture outside. A clap of thunder brought me back to my senses. Suddenly all the lights went out. I felt around for my flashlight and turned it on, giving the room a rather creepy look. I grabbed some matches and lit candles, dotting them around my room.

I pulled my phone out of my bag and dialled my parents but as I put my phone to my ear the signal dropped out leaving me alone in my large house. It had been built in 1850 and was a large, gothic looking building. I had spent my first day in this house exploring its many rooms. The house was 4 storey and contained numerous hidden passages. I had stumbled across one when I leant on a ledge and a door opened it led me to the kitchen!

I went and sat on the seat by the window, staring out at the rain, wishing an ingenious idea might pop into my head allowing me to write another novel. My first one was so popular that people had started to ask when my next one would be coming out. I looked over at the blank page sitting on my desk. I reached for the cream egg. I always made sure that I had one next to my desk.

I looked at the piece of paper, desperately trying the form words in my head that could encase everything that I wanted to say. After a while I sighed and picked up my battered old copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I had gotten this copy signed by J.K Rowling and then had it leather bound. J.K Rowling was my inspiration. She was the one who made me want to write in the first place.

The doorbell rang and I raced downstairs to the door to see who it was. As I opened the door I noticed a man standing there, water dripping off his coat. I noticed a car on the road and thought that he might be from the electric company.

"Hi. My name is Darcy Simmonds. I am so sorry but my car broke down about 2kms back and I don’t have any signal on my phone. Do you think that I could come in for a while until the rain stops?"

I nodded and let Darcy in.

"Oh, where are my manners. My name is Kelsey. Here, you can go into the guest room and use the shower in there. I will bring along some of my brother’s spare clothes. You will get a cold if you stay in those."

He gave me a weak smile and I saw the tired look on his face. I showed him where the spare room was and then went in search of some spare clothes. I couldn’t help thinking about Darcy. He was a very handsome guy. Tall with brown hair that just grazed his shoulders, his eyes were green and he looked at you when you started to talk to him.

I found some clothes and knocked on the spare room door. He opened the door and took the clothes from me.

"Thanks so much. I really appreciate this."

I smiled at him, "it is fine. Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"

http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=37882609 (what Kelsey is wearing and what Darcy is wearing)