The frustrated growl echoed through the room as he scribbled over his words before tossing the note into rubbish with the rest. Again, the words thrashing about his cortex would not trickle down into his fingers.
He knew what he wanted to say, knew how it sounded as it rolled off the tongue, since being clear was essential, if not mandatory. It was as if he could pull down every moon and star as fodder, yet he’d forgotten how to spell.
Stepping out into the night, he howled his thoughts into the empty sky, hoping the heavens would be his quill.
Only silence answered him.
Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. And oh, what a week already. And since I’ve done this once already this week, why not share experience?
I hope you all enjoy!