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Title: Keep That Pencil Moving.
Author: Chelsea (a.k.a. panicsfanatics1)
Rating: REALLY G. No curse words or anything.
Summary: What are you supposed to do when you can’t think of anything to write?
POV:1st 3rd, I dont know.
Disclaimer: Sure this is real. NO, ITS NOT.
AN: Total fluff, you could choke on it. This might really suck, so sorry in advance.
Pete had a serious case of writers block.
“Patrick, I’m stuck.”
“Yes Pete? What are you stuck on now?”
“I just can’t seem to find a good line for this chorus.”
Pete held up his notebook to show Patrick how far he had gotten.
“Remember what your English teacher used to say to you when you were younger and couldn’t think of anything?”
Pete really did not remember anything from English class; he even doubted he paid attention when he was in school. Not that he was going to tell Patrick that.
“Of course I do…” One little fib wouldn’t hurt him right? Patrick would just tell him anyway, not that he was going to ask Pete what he learned.
“Then what did your English teacher say?” Uh-oh, maybe fibbing wasn’t such a good idea. He didn’t want Patrick doubting that he wasn’t as smart as he came off.
“Well… he said… that if you can’t think of anything to write then just write something down?” He prayed that his answer was correct.
“Good, then does that help with your problem?”
“I guess. Thanks Patrick.” He didn’t want to give Patrick a big head, not that he didn’t have one already, but still.
But that still left him with the problem of what to write.
‘I’ve got it!’
Pete quickly scribbled down a couple lines. Now all he had to do was show Patrick.
“Pa-trickkkkk! I’m done!”
“Ok, I’m coming.
When Patrick got there Pete quickly put his notebook under Patrick’s eyes. Having read the paper, Patrick had dragged Pete away to have some fun. (Hah, anything you want to imagine.)
A notebook was left sprawled open on a couch.
‘I love you Patrick’
Good, bad? Con-crit? I think it was very bad.
Author: Chelsea (a.k.a. panicsfanatics1)
Rating: REALLY G. No curse words or anything.
Summary: What are you supposed to do when you can’t think of anything to write?
POV:1st 3rd, I dont know.
Disclaimer: Sure this is real. NO, ITS NOT.
AN: Total fluff, you could choke on it. This might really suck, so sorry in advance.
Pete had a serious case of writers block.
“Patrick, I’m stuck.”
“Yes Pete? What are you stuck on now?”
“I just can’t seem to find a good line for this chorus.”
Pete held up his notebook to show Patrick how far he had gotten.
“Remember what your English teacher used to say to you when you were younger and couldn’t think of anything?”
Pete really did not remember anything from English class; he even doubted he paid attention when he was in school. Not that he was going to tell Patrick that.
“Of course I do…” One little fib wouldn’t hurt him right? Patrick would just tell him anyway, not that he was going to ask Pete what he learned.
“Then what did your English teacher say?” Uh-oh, maybe fibbing wasn’t such a good idea. He didn’t want Patrick doubting that he wasn’t as smart as he came off.
“Well… he said… that if you can’t think of anything to write then just write something down?” He prayed that his answer was correct.
“Good, then does that help with your problem?”
“I guess. Thanks Patrick.” He didn’t want to give Patrick a big head, not that he didn’t have one already, but still.
But that still left him with the problem of what to write.
‘I’ve got it!’
Pete quickly scribbled down a couple lines. Now all he had to do was show Patrick.
“Pa-trickkkkk! I’m done!”
“Ok, I’m coming.
When Patrick got there Pete quickly put his notebook under Patrick’s eyes. Having read the paper, Patrick had dragged Pete away to have some fun. (Hah, anything you want to imagine.)
A notebook was left sprawled open on a couch.
‘I love you Patrick’
Good, bad? Con-crit? I think it was very bad.