my novel: Prairie Songs (chapter - 6)

Prairie Songs

my novel

Chapter Six

Women!

Angrily I closed the script file and replace it with winamp player. Speaker old under a table groaning noises that sounded hoarse. A number of rock songs heard garbled. My idea and the ability to write is really gone.

Whether what he wants?, Since yesterday he was just mad!. It seems like anything can be a problem. From routines call until the meaning of her in my life!.

I took the rest of the cold coffee, which are only half. lazyly, I rearrange the scattered papers which had been threw.

What do all women like that?. Ugh, was it!. What can I write under emotion like this?. How can it be thought that always pestered with weird things like that?
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in solitude,
from the darkness,
from the bottom of loneliness ...  picture: from nationalgeographic

Kriiiiiiiiiing. (phone ringing)

Phone ring brief awaken John from a dream John. For a moment he was silent, trying to remember his dream. Karen stared longingly and call him.
Return a dial tone heard. John lazily reached for the phone that continues vibrate in his pocket.

"Hello!"
"Hi, John. This is Mike!. Are you okay? "
"Yup!"
"John ... You're drunk again?"
John was silent, he yawned repeatedly.
"John! ... Hello John! ... You sleep again, huh? "
"Hoaaammm .... Yes, what, Mike? "
"Come on ... Wake up, John ... You know, were I contacted the publishers, they ask how you are."
"Do not worry, let's just say I'm still sane!"

"They also ask what you've started writing again," Mike continued.
"What it matter to them?"
"Come on, John!. Remember, you still have the mortgage two novel again. They have given you a huge tolerance, You know!. Two years, John ... Two years! "
"I do not want to write anymore!"

"Come on, John. Grow up, man!. They could sue you! And you can be a bum forever if they really do it. They ......... ", the voice disappeared when John hung up the phone.

Fucking agent! in your mind only money!.

Directed eyes to corner of the room, staring at an old computer dust-covered. Two years!. Yes, since the incident he never touched it again. He did not have the wishes to write again. Why?, Yet Karen is no longer at his side.

For a while John remembered how Karen always used to accompany him to write. a smile tugging at her lips when remembered what Karen done every night. After placing a cup of coffee on the side of the screen, Karen would hug and kiss him from behind, while he continues typing and occasionally tickled, unable to bear because Karen always tease him.

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