The Curse of a Brony's Writer's Block

by Lewis a Cute Pegasus

Rating: everyone
Tags: Second Person, Comedy, Random, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 387

It's so hard to write a story. Especially when your first one was bad and the other two were never made. How much imagination does it take for one man to write a fanfic? A lot? Or do you just go ham. Or maybe get ideas, from the characters themself.

Yeah, I've gotten nothing for a year, but now I do.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-28 07:22:58 UTC

Come with me. You will see. This world of pure imagination.

"Agh! Why can't I think of anything?!" This is what I think every single time I write a story. It sucks, they always end up failed or horrible. So much virtual paper rotting in the back of my library. I'm this close to giving up. I'm this close to just getting out the application and playing some Undertale. But I wish it was that easy to give up on something you want to do.

"This is hopeless!" I slam my face onto the desk.  This is a normal occurance for me when I am annoyed. I just want to go outside but, a nerd always stays inside. I put on my glasses, hoping it would give me an idea. A glasses ex machina if you had no idea what else to call it like me. But still, no mundane idea has come to me.

I decide to watch a movie. I pick out Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I haven't seen this movie in quite some time actually, It is one of my all time favourite movies. I put it in my DVD player and sit on the sofa, ready to watch me some-

Did I just fall asleep? This is the first time I've fallen asleep watching a movie before. Maybe I should go to bed. Let ideas come to me, or just give up flop on my back on my bed and just conk out.  Yeah that sounds like a better decision. I start walking over to my bed to get some sleep, I get in as usual but, I instantly passed out.

My dream was just, a void of nothing. I sat there, for ages. Watching as absolutely nothing happened.

"Is anyone in here?" That question was pointless. I'm in a dream, of course no one else is here, But then, I see a portal open.

"The heck, why is there a portal in my dream, aren't I the only one who can control my dream-"  I get pushed into the portal, unable to finish my thought, but instead fall flat on my face. But, why does my nose feel wider and longer, and why can't I feel my hands or feet?

I look around and realise...

"Holy moley where the heck am I?!"