The Man I Hate White Short Story

Man,I hate white! Normally I'm fine with it, but today was not a normal day. I had been staring at a blank white screen FOREVER! When it got to the point I could no longer see any thing but white is when I knew I had a problem. I had to snap out of what ever trance I was in and start writing. If I didn't get out soon I'd be stuck with nothing to do but slowly go out of my mind. I looked out the window my vision still not returning and only white. This is it. I thought, I am going to go insane and this paper won't even matter. It soon became lucid that I was stuck and there was no escape. Unless... No its useless I'll never come up with a story. I had to do something that part had become lucid I just didn't know what. I'm not …show more content…
Well that was useless. I needed something that I could relate to but, I haven't asked Jillian yet so fingers crossed. "Jillian what are you writing about?" I asked even quieter than before not wanting to disturb anyone. "Getting in a car accident." Again the answer was completely useless I couldn't even make a paragraph out of that. "What about you?" "Don't have one yet." I replied with a sigh to myself. It was depressing some people around the room where already done. Why could I not come up with any thing? I would have given any thing to be done. I glided my hands across the keys feeling the rigged bumps pass along my fingers. As my fingers hit the home row keys I gave it one last try. I stared typing random keys as fast as I could in hopes that a story would come out of it, but all I got was gibberish. As I was deleting my paragraph of gibberish a thought scampered across my head so quickly, I probably would have missed it if it weren't so boring. Hello? Anyone home? This is a challenge. duh! I put my hands on the home row key, sucked in a deep breath and began to