As I stare into the blank screen of my computer, I have absolutely no idea what to write for my story. I had two weeks to do this and I wait until the last minute to do it. I stare as writers block consumes me. He rips every idea I have from my brain. Even the ones that I haven't thought of yet. It is late at night, past my bedtime, but writers block won't let me go. The evil monster with his sharp claws pierced into my brain ripping all the wonderful and terrible ideas out of my head. I start to get bored and begin typing random things on my computer:
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   No. Stop. You need to focus. I tell myself and then press backspace delete everything. Now I'm back to the terrible white blank page that absorbs me. I get trapped, I try to break free but there's nothing I can do. He has taken hold of me. Writers block and it will not let me go.
    The next morning my mom finds me hypnotized by the blank screen. I had stayed up all night staring into it. She rushes me to the hospital and they hook me up to a bunch of machines as I slip in and out of consciousness. The machine beeps to my heart beat as it beeps slower and slower until it stops. Writers block has killed me. The monster ripped apart my brain until nothing was left. There I lay dead.