Edit- I suppose I should write how I feel about it, um, this was forced out of my current writer's block. That's why it's so short. xD Um, anyway this would be my first submission here!
The Writing Pest
Writer’s block. You filthy pest. Comes and stays in my head. Stays there until I can’t take it. I can’t take that gnawing at my mind to write. That gnawing that eats at my ideas. Eats my ideas until I can’t come up with anymore.
Writer’s block. You terrible enemy. I can never think with you there. Worlds of glorious castles and fantastical realms are destroyed. All because of you, writer’s block.
Writer’s block. So won’t you face me? Look at me with those evil eyes, hungry for more ideas to devour. Look at me and tell me what you want. More ideas, you say? Terrible. Just disgusting. That is the only pleasure you get? The only way to satisfy your life is to devour the hardships and desires of writers? Pathetic. You need a new life. A new hobby. A new pleasure. If you stop devouring ideas, maybe, just maybe, I will write you a life.
Writer’s block. Give me back my life and I will give you one.
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