I'm not sure what stopped the words from coming and I know writer's block isn't an actual thing. Its all in your head right, while my head refused to give me anything.
The first day I wrote about 2,000 words
The second I got 500
The third day 1,500
What I did get down I was not happy with, it didn't have the feeling or sound I wanted it to have. I chugged back ginger ale, and ate an ungodly amount of potato chips. I don't know why I couldn't get it right. I found the perfect gif set to describe those three days. While I was gif hunting for Walter (he is the MC)
Stretched out on my queen sized mattress, I do the worst thing I could possibly do. I think, I contemplate, and I wish. I wish for so many things, my parents, a normal life, and death. Death eludes me more than anything. It also terrifies me. It's funny because even though I wish I was dead. I'm scared to die. I smoke two cigarettes and think of dropping a lit one. I think of letting the fire eat me and this house out of existence.
I dangle my arm over the edge of the bed, holding the but just over the shag carpet. Instead of dropping it I place it in a sooty cup of water that sits beside the bed.
I'll live to die another day.- Joyland
It was then I realized that someone had inadvertently saved me. If whatever people hadn't come along and shot them, I would have been eaten, dead or alive. Instead I was sitting legs 'criss cross applesauce' in the midst of putrid corpses. One zombie was too close for comfort, I nudged it away with my foot and its head lolled my direction. It was an ugly cuss, with bulging bloodshot eyes and oozing skin.- Joyland
The emptiness gets me, Malls were always places full of life, to see one empty in dead is an experience that still gets me. I wander around most of the merchandise is gone looted or sold .It's slim pickings, but this particular mall has been closed off for a while so I might find something in the back rooms. Graffiti covers the walls, black sloppy letters forms the message. 'We are watching' for some reason it makes me laugh.
Like a child's attempt at a joke, but he forgot the punch line.- Joyland