Storiesoftvb

    I was sitting in front of an empty sheet of white paper for the past 2 hours with a fountain pen in my hand. I was surrounded by complete silence and darkness. A light in front of my table powered me the vision of the paper. There were hundreds of crushed white sheets around me. ‘How’s your progress?’ a popup glittered on my screen. ‘I couldn’t write even a single word for fuck sake.’ I replied. Blue ticks appeared, I knew what the reply would be. As I assumed, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll rock,’ was the reply. It was the nth time, I am getting this reply. I am a writer and I am suffering from something which a writer should not. ‘Fuck!’ I shouted and threw the pen I was holding. My hands were tapping the table and my eyes were staring at the empty white paper in front of me. A sudden breeze from nowhere blew off the papers from the table. It was my mom who opened the door to check on me. She took the broken pen and when she stood up, a paper came near her feet. It seemed like it was telli