Category: Writers Block
It was late afternoon on a gorgeous summers day, the sun was bright and radiating brightly with little ccloud covering. The climate was fairly warm outside, warm enough to start waring short sleeves but it wasn’t hot either. It was one of those perfect afternoons to stroll down the street with a cup of cold soda or lemonade, or to just sit outside with some friends sipping at a few cold beverages and relaxing in the sun. In other words, a nearly perfect day outside.
A group of young kids, who were no more then 8 or 9 years of age and no younger then 2 or 3 was running about energetically and swiftly outside the courtyard area of the apartment complex.
“na nana na na, you can’t catch me,” one of the boys who were running around sang in a sing song voice after he quicly tagged a younger boy. He zoomed off in the other direction. Squealing The younger boy started running after the oldest girl there that was closest to him..
Inside a small apartment that was near the frauliking children on the first floor a tall young man stroled out of his study in his house tiredly. He happened to be an unemployed fiction writer and he spent most of his time writing. he had just finished, some of his experimental anime masterpiece he was writing.
This piece detailed a plotline of a disabled man who was a ninja and wanted to do more then that. His ultimate aim was to become the emperor. But he also needed to work up to being a ninja lord, first. So, this story was ultimately about his struggles out to the throne. This story was no easy piece for mark though since he was mostly a fiction writer and just liked to read anime for his own entertainment. That and a lot of other things caused him to be tired.
Some of these reasons was the reason, he was stuck at home and doing nothing much but writing. He really wanted to work but because of several disorders he had to live with caused by his rough struggles in his university years he was not able to. Life was tough and sometimes impossible to cope with when you had nightmares and heard voices every night. When he wasn’t having vivid scary nightmares replaying his past at the university he went to and he lay awake turning around the voices from the schizophrenic halucinations creeped in to his mind. They always seemed to. While these events did not occur every single night it happened often enough to drain him for a significant amount of days that made working impossible.
During the day, it was a bit better, He had his writing to keep him occupied, and occasionally when he went places the trip occupied him also. However, this kept his brain occupied, it didn’t stop the depression from settling in, further draining him. Depression and schizophrenia did not listen to other thoughts and let them take turns to occupy one’s mind, that is just not how mental illnesses operated though it would be nice, and that would help him immensely. At present however, depression sometimes took over his day at others his schizophrenic halucinations would, and yet, at others both would take over at the same time and those were not very enjoyable days. Those were the worse days when both illnesses would hit him at the same time, he usually at that point he could not do anymore than to relax and ride it out. Today, however was a fair enough day, while he had a scarring night, his day was going well enough. His depression was settling in a bit but he did not hear any voices as of yet. At present he was just tired from all that work he had did for a large part of the day.
So, he thought that he would make himself a cup of hot strong tea and to relax his tired brain for a while after all that work in his study for his masterpiece he was working on out in the living room sitting there just to think. As he walked in to the kitchen The sound of the children playing outside was the first thing he noticed. He heard the sing song challenge of the first boy and, his squeal. This plunged him in to His memories of the past and how happy he was as a child.
He was 10 years old, and all he had on his mind for the last past half hour before he got out of school was if he could catch his friend Michael Loyd. He really hope that he could, his mother had said that Mike could come over for a playdate today. Upon getting out of his 5th grade classroom for the day, he walked a little ways down the hall, looking every which way for Michael. After a few seconds, and upon locating his best friend, he sprinted down the hallway at school, as fast as he can, he brushes against a girl but doesn’t notices, and sprints on as if nothing in the world was more important than reaching his goal. He reaches his friend on the other side of the hallway.
“Michael, hi!” he said excitedly a little breathlessly. The brown haired boy named Michael turned around, from flirting with his girlfriend judy. A thin beautiful green eyed black hair ten years old.
“Hi, mark! What did your mom say? What did she say,” He said impatiently and very quicly, excitedly almost enough to bounce up and down, “Can I come over? Can I?”
“yes, she said yes,” Mark said excitedly back now grinning broadly, “ we should play with my new xbox. I got a cool new one. Mom just bought it for me! Mom is waiting outside for us, she’s picking both of us up today!” Mike hugged Judy goodbye, and the two ten years old lovers exchanged last farewells. Mike started off with Mark to the front of the school where mrs. Sonners was parked, waiting for her little precious boy mark. They walked together sometimes saying a few words but not much kind of waiting mostly to go to marks house to play with the xbox.
“Hello Mike,” Mrs. Sounners greeted mike as she opened the door of the drivers side and quickly walked over to the passengers side to open the door for her son and mike.
“How was school today for both of you?” She asked as the two boys piled in to the car. And she closed the door after them. She got in to the car herself, closed the door, put the key in the ignition, and started the car.
“Good,” The two boys said. The two boys talked amongst themselves in the back seat of the car as Mrs. Sounners drove..
At this point, Mark was joulted back from his pleasant memory by a child who suddenly began to cry outside his window. He moved to the cabinet and grabbed a cup from where he was he could hear a woman talking to her son.
“it’s going to be all okay, Johsiah, dear, can mommy see your knee? Let me see that knee. Ah, yes, very good, Josiah, good boy! Oh, dear, it does look bad, Okay lets go inside for a bit, no no, you’ll be fine, and we’ll be able to come back out and play” The woman was saying to her little boy while Josiah, the little boy, continued too whail on and also babble nonsensically in between his crying.