Writers block

by Playgan12

Rating: teen
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Crossover, Human
Length: 310

Aaron, a not very well known writer, always has trouble coming up with ideas for stories. But after a long writers block, Aaron finally gets what he wants. An idea for a story. Best of all? It's his own auto biography.

After a long writers block and still no ideas, Aaron thinks there's no hope for writing. But then, out of the blue, he gets teleported to a land of magical horses. Ideas? Well, why not write an auto biography about you're life in Equestria!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-31 22:48:20 UTC

1. The block

"Argh!" Aaron yelled in a fit of rage, slamming his laptop closed. I'm not a little kid, Aaron thought.

Then why are you acting like one? Said the other part of his brain, making him sit up taller. Stop crying. You're not a kid any more, you know. You're 22, and sure, you still have anger issues, but that can happen to even the best of people. Now pull yourselve together and think. Just start your outline over, and *think.***

So, after a moment, Aaron straightened himself to his full height and opened up his laptop again. Think he kept telling himself. Just fucking think for once.

"Think," he said, rubbing his temples. After a while, he had:

Jason Frale, 31 years old. His

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Kraig Cougar, 18, falls in a hole, and in a struggle

Gregor Graimey, 23, find his friends$/$-$judskkleihhdj&ksj$$$kklwoducyvhsn):)1$&182478loaasktko

"God damn it!" he yelled again, struggling to keep his tears in this time. "Come on, just... C-come on..." he started, his head falling on his keyboard, sobbing all over the keys.

It's okay dude. Some day, just some day you'll get an idea. his conciseness said.

That's the same thing I've been telling myself for 2 years! Look at me, talking to myself. I'm pathetic.

Hey, it's normal. In a lot of books the main character sometimes talk to themselves. Life only gets harder, you know. Hell, maybe tomorrow could be your lucky day! Just sleep on it, you'll come up with something.

But still, after getting himself to bed, tossing and turning constantly and falling asleep, he still couldn't come up with anything in the morning.

Good morning! his mind yelled, his body feeling buzzier than usual. Oh god. Please tell me I'm not out of meds...

And to his displeasure, he was wrong.