So there I was, walking down a path in the most beautiful forest I have ever seen. I guess it was Fall because there were leaves of all hues littering the path. I was just walking, all alone and very peacefully. I could hear the soft hum of a waterfall somewhere in the distance. Squirrels scampered around the trees, evidently looking for nuts or the discarded food of picnic-goers. Through the canopy of trees I could see light pouring in, illuminating what was to come. I kept walking until, after finding the waterfall surrounded by beautiful rocks and plants, the once abundant sun turned into a threatening pour of moonlight, The sound of the far away waterfall became increasingly eerie as animals and birds all turned silent, watching me. My slow strut became a quick jog, the fallen branches of the trees that I could swear were laughing at me crunched under my feet, mocking my fear. I ran faster looking for something, what I dont know, I guess not one of the several paths out of the wood. But, whatever it was, I apparently never found….
One of my hundreds of beginnings to stories that will probably never be completed. I just don’t know how to go on… *sigh. I’m a Writers’ Block Magnent…
what I do to get rid of a block is I write a list of tons of story clichés and try and think of things that aren’t on the list. either that or I force myself to write an x amount of words a day for a certain amount of time, no matter how crappy it sounds, as long as stuff gets written.
much luck love <3
that sounds like a wonderful idea. i think my problem comes mainly from not being content with what ive written. thanks yet again for your advice! i <3 u!