Imagination: Prologue! (PLEASE!! You've gotta read this! About solving Writers Block in a wierd way!)

by Invader GIR (Blue Phoenix) in Pangaea

Imagination…

By c.l. strain

Prologue

It was my latest novel:  Terrace.  It was my latest and greatest novel yet.  I sighed at my computer.  It was fifty-five chapters, and three hundred and forty-five pages long.  Time to send it to my editor.  I pulled up my Gmail account page, and typed a small author’s note, and then copy and pasted it to him.  I hit send.  It was the third in my Mountain Trilogy.  Now that that was over, it was time to start writing a new series.  I left the title part blank, and skipped straight to the prologue. I typed furiously, and the prologue soon was ten pages long. I whistled loudly.  That was the longest prologue I had ever put to life.  I paused, and in thirty more minutes, had made two more ten to twenty page chapters.  I could tell already; this would be a long book.  I tried making another chapter, but I couldn’t.  I tried again, but it still stunk.  I couldn’t believe it.  I had Writer’s Cancer, or, it was sometimes called Writer’s Block.  I had never gotten it before!  I guess this wasn’t my luckiest of all stories, I guess.  I saved my progress, and then shut my desktop down.  I looked at my alarm clock.  8:19. I yawned then crawled up in my covers.  The lights outside had dimmed since I had started typing.  So I crawled up in my covers and quickly fell asleep…

I was falling.  Fast!  I tried to wail my arms, use my shirt as a parachute, anything!  But nothing worked.  I hoped that there was the softest bed under me at that moment, but I didn’t think THAT would happen. I prepared myself for impact, screaming bloody murder.  I saw the tree-tops blowing gently because of the chilly breeze, and knew that the ground wasn’t that far behind.  I closed my eyes, ready to splat.  But instead, I bounced off something fluffy and landed in grass.  I sat up, adrenaline pumping.  A breathed in and out quickly and looked at what I had bounced off of, and rolled my eyes.  A bed!  Wow.  This place was really predictable.  I stood up slowly, brushing off my back.  I was in the middle of a forest.  It looked to be around noon, but I couldn’t tell because of the shadowing tree-tops surrounding.  I jumped to the sound of rustling leaves and twigs breaking. 

“Who’s there?” I asked attentively.

Silence.  I asked again.  Still, nothing but crickets chirping and rustling leaves. Then, whatever was out there, jumped on me…