Writing Block Novels & Stories

​Then, from the center of the blank void above the block, a massive, structural line of live text began to format itself across the sky in real-time, its words written in the unmistakable, dark blue font of Julian's harvested syntax: ​TO BE CONTINUED IN THE REVISION. ​Directly beneath her back, the flat white sheet of the city didn't stay flat. A massive, three-dimensional hand woven out of pure, liquid midnight-blue ink erupted from the page, its fingers opening wide to catch her falling body just as the sky-sized iron block slammed down from above with a concussive, world-shattering DING of a typewriter carriage.

"Whatever, old man. So now that I'm here, mind telling me what the heck is going on?" "I thought I elucidated myself in the text I sent you." Sasha rolled her eyes. "Oh, because that was so helpful. The one you sent this morning was, ÔKilled unknown fledgling. Acquired two wolves. Need clothing for female and male. Bring ASAP.'" "You know how I dislike relaying too much via text. Anyone can read them." "I know, oh paranoid one. Big brother is watching, blah, blah, blah. But seriously, how do you expect me to figure shit out? I mean, look at the one you sent after you got up. ÔGhoul attack. Need book and weapons.'"