The triond screen was empty, the story had no title, it had no description, where there was suppose to be an article body there was only a large blank space. These things were all empty, they were suppose to words in them and they were suppose to be great words, to attract views and support. These words never made it.

           Michael wanted to be a writer, he wanted to earn some extra cash, he wanted to be able to write a good story and make someone smile. Michael had this great dream, this great vision of him writing.. story after story, accumulating views and an honest pocket full of advertising money. He had this vision of having fans trouble him on his channel for instructions on how to become great writers themselves. Michael had a vision of jealous trolls pestering him, each troll being a badge of popularity with the masses. However this vision was paused, this vision was delayed. Michael could not type a thing. The characters he imagined had no connection, no drama.. He might try to write a story here or there, he might even get an idea once in awhile for his first sentence.

” Harrison was a truck driver, that drove to the town of Mantis in order to meet his cousin, however something waited in Mantis.. something he could not have ever imagined, something he could not prepare for…”

    No, no no, Michael knew that would not work, it sounded too cliche, its almost obvious that’s its a horror story. Michael needed a new idea, a better idea.

   Maybe he could write a story about Andrea, the Romanian  immigrant abused by her father. Maybe he could write a story about Nicholas, a poor man put in an unfair situation which turns him into a murderer. Maybe he could write a story about Samuel Sinclair the magician who lost his arm in a performance accident. None of these ideas ever took off.

          None of these ideas improved, or flourished, no plot elements were developed.  No supporting characters , no antagonists, no order. Nothing………. absolutely nothing.

             Michael did not like writers block, he did not like having writers block, he did not like seeing his creations die before they were born. However Andrea would never escape her father, Nicholas would never redeem himself for his crime and Samuel Sinclair would never get his arm back.