Hi. This is the first piece of writing that I've done online. It's not particularly good, but I had to write it. I promise that the next stories I do will be better. Hope you enjoy it. Feedback, positive and negative, is welcomed.

Writer's block

Today started off as any other day.

I slept in to eight o'clock and rushed to get ready for school. It's always the same. I set my alarm for seven am, but fall asleep and end up rushing.

I always walk around school in a daze, as my friends will vouch. My heads always swimming with ideas and plans. But today was different.

I was itching to write.

I've never had such an urge to write, and normally, with my nonsense-filled head that wouldn't be a problem. But, as I said, today was different.

My mind was as blank as a freshly printed sheet of paper.

First period was a nightmare. I sat in my geography berating my mind for being so empty. Normally, I'd sit and switch off from my teacher's babbling. I'll sit and content myself, as whole universes of adventure are created and destroyed by my mind in the space if fifty-three minutes.

No such luck today.

Second period was okay; it was after all, English. Surely my writers block would shift now? I sat for an entire double period (the best part of two hours), with a sheet of foolscap on the desk. My fingers were itching to write, but what. I gave up in disgust, doodling my name in a fancy font instead. So much for wanting to be a journalist

Fourth period was art, one of my best subjects. My writer's block seemed to have taken on a mind of it's own, as it attacked my straw and wire lampshade. Oops!

My friends all noticed my odd behaviour as my moaning increased tenfold, much to everyone's chagrin.

Fifth period - Music. I began to feel much better during this period. As I sat and played 'Heaven is a Place on Earth'; I could feel the writer's block being defeated by crotchets and minims. Ideas began to run through my mind, and whole universes were once again opened up to me.

The writer's block was being to be defeated, but I had to deal one last blow to completely turn the tables on it.

Then, It came to me. I knew exactly what to write 's block.

As I sit here now, writing this short little story, I know that it's not the best work I've done, but I feel happy knowing that next time writer's block strikes, I'll know how to defeat it.