Writing Exercise 5/7/19 Missing Muse
“Why is the first sentence always the hardest?” Alice grumbled, staring at the blank page in front of her. She’d been staring at it for some time now, but the words just wouldn’t come.
The clock ticked on the wall, each little click of the second hand driving her mad. She could hear the birds chirping outside, the clicking of her dog’s nails on the hardwood floor as he paced around the living room, the incessant buzz of the tv from the other room. So many distractions, each one insignificant, but together they added up to an ocean of noise. Was it any wonder she couldn’t get any work done?
“Ugh.” Alice pushed out her chair and rose from her desk with a defeated sigh. No matter how long she stared at the blank paper, nothing was happening. It was time to take a break.
“Hi, Sausage,” She reached down to pet the squat little dachshund at her feet. Panting heavily, he wagged his tail as Alice started to scratch between his ears. “Good boy. Want to write my paper for me?” She asked, and then shook her head at the idea. “Well, somebody has to, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to be me, at this rate…”
Alice made her way to the kitchen and began to fix herself some lunch. Maybe it would be easier to focus on a full stomach. She pulled out the ingredients to make herself a tuna sandwich, and then began searching for a can opener. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She sighed, opening and shutting several drawers with no luck. “I know we’ve got a can opener in here somewhere.”
Something shiny caught her eye in the back of a drawer, and she stopped for a moment. Alice pulled a small, thin pen out of a jumble of random items. It was purple with silver sparkles, and had a fountain tip on it. “Well hello gorgeous…haven’t seen you around here before.” She mused, looking it over. “Maybe I’ll have better luck with you.”
Returning to her desk while examining the pen curiously, tuna completely forgotten, she once more faced the blank page in front of her. Placing the pen to the paper, she wrote, “The world went silent, as though it was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.”
The ink came out in one continuous line, Alice’s writing a looping script with a few decorative flourishes here and there. As she lifted the pen, the ink flashed and then disappeared.
All noise ceased. Alice couldn’t hear the tick of the clock, the sounds of her dog, or any of the natural sounds coming from her windows. She was plunged into complete and utter silence. No sound escaped her lips as she opened her mouth and tried to cry out in pure shock. Her thoughts raced, and she put the pen to paper again.
“All went back to normal, and sound was restored to the world.” Alice wrote; the ink flashed and disappeared, and suddenly sound came flooding back to her ears. Her eyes widened as she realized what she held in her hands; the possibilities were endless. Glancing back at her blank page, she wondered what she should write first…
The clock ticked on the wall, each little click of the second hand driving her mad. She could hear the birds chirping outside, the clicking of her dog’s nails on the hardwood floor as he paced around the living room, the incessant buzz of the tv from the other room. So many distractions, each one insignificant, but together they added up to an ocean of noise. Was it any wonder she couldn’t get any work done?
“Ugh.” Alice pushed out her chair and rose from her desk with a defeated sigh. No matter how long she stared at the blank paper, nothing was happening. It was time to take a break.
“Hi, Sausage,” She reached down to pet the squat little dachshund at her feet. Panting heavily, he wagged his tail as Alice started to scratch between his ears. “Good boy. Want to write my paper for me?” She asked, and then shook her head at the idea. “Well, somebody has to, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to be me, at this rate…”
Alice made her way to the kitchen and began to fix herself some lunch. Maybe it would be easier to focus on a full stomach. She pulled out the ingredients to make herself a tuna sandwich, and then began searching for a can opener. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She sighed, opening and shutting several drawers with no luck. “I know we’ve got a can opener in here somewhere.”
Something shiny caught her eye in the back of a drawer, and she stopped for a moment. Alice pulled a small, thin pen out of a jumble of random items. It was purple with silver sparkles, and had a fountain tip on it. “Well hello gorgeous…haven’t seen you around here before.” She mused, looking it over. “Maybe I’ll have better luck with you.”
Returning to her desk while examining the pen curiously, tuna completely forgotten, she once more faced the blank page in front of her. Placing the pen to the paper, she wrote, “The world went silent, as though it was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.”
The ink came out in one continuous line, Alice’s writing a looping script with a few decorative flourishes here and there. As she lifted the pen, the ink flashed and then disappeared.
All noise ceased. Alice couldn’t hear the tick of the clock, the sounds of her dog, or any of the natural sounds coming from her windows. She was plunged into complete and utter silence. No sound escaped her lips as she opened her mouth and tried to cry out in pure shock. Her thoughts raced, and she put the pen to paper again.
“All went back to normal, and sound was restored to the world.” Alice wrote; the ink flashed and disappeared, and suddenly sound came flooding back to her ears. Her eyes widened as she realized what she held in her hands; the possibilities were endless. Glancing back at her blank page, she wondered what she should write first…
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