The Storyteller's Challenge n. 13 - Procrastinating

Here's a short scene of what basically happened this day:

Writing Era: You know, it's 1 pm and you're still fresh. You could write now.
Lazy Era: Naah, later. I'm used to writing in the afternoon, anyway.
4 hours later
Writing Era: Okay, so now it's 5 o'clock. No excuses for not writing anymore.
Lazy Era: Okay, okay, calm down, I'll do it now!
Gaming Era: Oooh, look, Assassin's Creed II!
Writing Era: But...
Gaming Era: Oh, come on, you always write at 7, anyway.
2 hours and something later
Gaming Era: Heeey, why is Ezio not moving?! Don't tell me it's bugged! Come on, Ezio, move, pick up those blades! Mo... Wow, is it really 7:30?!
Writing Era: Write, NOW.
Gaming Era: But my gameeee! Come on Ezio, move!
Writing Era: Not moving. Come on, or you'll lose the Challenge.
Gaming Era: But you don't even have any ideas!
Writing Era: ...I'll work something out. I'm starting to write right nowwwww...
Dad: Era, let's watch a movie together!! (Personal code for "Let's watch Star Trek together!")
Writing Era: But... But...
Trekkie Era: Shut up girl, you'll write later! It's just 40 minutes!! Hey, wait a minute, this is Planet of Apes, not Star Trek!
Dad: Yup, you ought to see the old one, not just Dawn.
Writing Era: But!!
Movie-goer Era: Oh, shut up, you'll write later!!

So here I am, past 10 pm, after seeing a movie which made no sense to me whatsoever, and I'll hopefully start writing  now...

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Says pretty much all I need to say

I stare blankly at the page. A battle is waging in my head - I can hear the screams, see the tactics, feel the emotions of those involved. Would work out fine, but every time I lay my fingers on the keyboard the voices shut up and the scene goes away. So here I am, three hours trying to write a stupid battle scene with no use whatsoever.

I've tried out everything. Written rows upon rows of senseless words. Copied battle scenes from other books. Hell, even played a strategy game (of course, juuuust for the sake of writing). I think I deserve a rest right now.

And rest I do. I make myself hot chocolate, ignoring the scorching sun outside, flop down in my couch and stare at the window.

The night is so beautiful. The stars glimmer in the distance, a dark cloud shrouds the moon from my view. Crickets sing, cars run, someone is yelling in what I'm pretty sure is Chinese. Or Korean. Or whatever.

For a second, a minute, an hour, I stare at the sky, breathing in the fresh air of the night and letting my mind wonder. A fly passes near me, and for a moment I see the moonlight reflected in its wings. Images of raw beauty strike my mind, and I really should be getting back to the story, but just thinking about writing makes the images go away.

Oh, well. Procrastinating is fun, anyway.

The Storyteller's Challenge 9 - Don't feed the trolls

Another attempt at humor. Not great, but I WILL get the hang of it. I'm starting to like this intentionally bad writing style. 

Awww, but he's so cute!

It was a pleasant and warm evening. Come to think of it, it looked more like midday. Let's settle on afternoon.

It was a warm and pleasant afternoon. The sun was shining up in the sky, although it was admittedly a little hard to know that for our three heroes, since the thick foliage of the mighty old oak trees completely blocked the sunrays from spreading their light to the rest of the forest. Three heroes were travelling in the forest, their destination a new adventure.

A small head popped out of a satchel. "So how much exactly 'til we're in the village?"

Frieg the Great Warrior shrugged and pushed the small head inside the satchel. A small body popped out of the satchel.

Joe the Elf simply picked up Pix the Pixie from her path of plummeting towards the ground at the speed of light.

Pix tended to forgot pixies couldn't fly, and Joe was quite tired of saving her tiny neck everytime she attempted to do so. But he was even more scared of what could happen if Frieg the Great Warrior lost his only way of contact when he lost his way, because that meant Joe would also have lost his way and his only way of contact when he lost his way.

They, in fact, had lost their way, though no one wanted to admit it yet, so Pix, Jow and Frieg were all eagerly waiting the moment when one of them spoke about the problem.

It was as our heroes passed the millionth tree that day that they spotted a bright sign.

Joe was quite understandably uncomfortable when he realized the sign read 'Don't feed the trolls', but Frieg the Great Warrior seemed to not pay it much attention. Probably rightly so, since to become a Great Warrior and not Average Frieg he had fought a lot of monsters and trolls.

Something in a nearby tree rustled, and a troll jumped out of its hiding.

"Look." Frieg the Great Warrior drew his mighty weapon. "It's a troll."
Joe the Elf wished that Frieg wouldn't be so quick to draw his mighty weapon. The trolls, he considered, might be happier if he didn't.

More irritated than scared from the sight of Frieg's mighty weapon, the troll took a step toward the group. It was fat and grey, and much to Joe's fright quite large. And smelly, but Joe was more preoccupied by the large part. His double chin did a little dance as he bellowed to the skies.

This was the point where Joe thought it better to run away. He sprinted in a random direction, closely followed by Pix, and started running madly without paying much attention to his surroundings. After stepping in a pile of disgusting troll feces, he started to think he was going away. At destroying a large spider web (and upsetting the spider) he was more convinced of it. When he felt the terrrain under his feet disappear and fell down a cliff, he was quite sure he had lost the troll.

"Do you think we're safe here?" asked Pix.
"Maybe." Joe shrugged. There was a pause where both seemed to consider something.
"Where is Frieg?"

A shrill scream filled the air, undoubtedly belonging to the Great Warrior. A troll bellow and slurping noises followed soon after.

"You know what?" Joe said, getting to his feet and brushing fallen leaves off his pants. "I'm done with this story."

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For those who don't know me yet, hello! I'm a crazy teenage writer, inventor of the Storyteller's Challenge and overall a geek. English is my third language, so I'd love you eternally if you pointed out my grammar mistakes. As an aspiring author, I'm always up for constructive criticism. A big hug and may the Force be with you!