She sat on her chair, elbows on her desk, face in her hands, thinking.
A pile of blank papers were atop each other before her, a pen right beside them. A small window behind her window showed a full moon high, as beautiful as always.
But she didn't notice how big and yellow the moon was. Neither did she notice that below her, right outside, there were kids playing hide and seek. All she could think of was what she should write about.
She looked down at the pieces of paper. She closed her eyes slowly, the darkness revealing faint colors in her mind, but when she tried to focus on each of them, they appeared to disappear.
Sigh...
She stood and grabbed a coat hastily, which had been hanging from her bed side, before she ran down the stairs, disappearing outside yelling "I'm going to take a walk!" to no one in particular.
If nothing came up to her in her house, something interesting should happen outside.
Writer's block happens a lot, but if the writer takes a look around for once, I think she'd find an idea.
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