"I hate
writer's block!" screamed Hayden as he ripped the paper from his old-fashioned typewriter and threw it into his waste paper
basket. "Eighty pages straight for the past hour!
And now..." he trailed off.
Behind him and his little desk someone slowly
opened the door. The person stepped inside, making each step deliberate, each
breath made soft and subtle, not anything that would draw attention. Slowly closing
the door, shuffling closer to Hayden, creeping a hand closer, closer and closer to his neck, until...
"Sam!" yelled Hayden, turning around while still
in his chair. "What are you doing? I
told you I don't like being bothered while I'm writing."
"I heard you yelling and thought I could give
you an idea or two for your lead character, who is obviously me."
"You're just conceded," said Hayden turning back
around to put in another blank page, just to stare at it, just to stare at the blank page.
The blank empty page, something that drove a writer like him on the brink of a anger attack.
"I told you that I needed to give you inspiration,"
said Sam peering over Hayden's shoulder.
"Shut up!" screamed Hayden only far enough away
from Sam's face to give them both room to get oxygen.
"No need to be mean," said Sam backing away. "I just wanted to help."
"How can you help? You only read the seventeenth page."
''If you told me about it I might think of something,"
said Sam beginning to sound upset. "Like the title or something."
Hayden paused for a moment and huffed, "I haven't
thought of a title yet."
"I can think of that! What's it about?"
"A couple of friends that get bored one day and
set off the fire alarm at school, but it's more complicated."
"How is it more complicated?"
"It's really more about the relationship between
the friends and the people in the school interacting."
"Sounds good, why don't you call it 'False Alarm'?"
''I like that.''
''I told you I could help.''
"Yeah, well I think I may have some more ideas
now."
"Like what?
Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"
whined Sam yanking on Hayden's shirt collar.
"Enough of this!" screamed Hayden raising his
hand into the air, leaping from his chair and pinning Sam to the ground.
"Ah! Now
I've angered you and you're trying to rape me, no!" said Sam stifling a laugh from beneath Hayden.
"Like I would have to rape you?" asked
Hayden playfully giving Sam questioning looks. "Now why does that sound
so strange to me?''
"Are you saying I'm a slut?" asked Sam, trying
to sound offended.
"No, I'm just saying that I wouldnt have to rape
you."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"I can get it somewhere else."
Sam scoffed.
"Then why are you still on top of me?"
"I need inspiration."
“Well, I guess I can help with that.”
“Now what could you do to inspire me?”
Sam flipped out from under Hayden so he was on
top. “I think you can figure that out.”
