a silly creative writing exercise using the words parrot, key, cozy, cottage, springy and bang...
Jimmy dropped his orange socks on the floor next to the bed. It had been a good day. When he found the old typewriter at the yard sale he was knew he had to buy it. True, the letters were all but worn off, but he loved the smell of it. And, miraculously the ribbon still moved. He had tried to write for a little while but nothing worked. Now he was restless, so restless. Why couldn't his mind slow down?
The night dark and forever, seemed to haunt Jimmy 's dreams, as he tossed and turned in the old springy four-poster bed. It was his parents old bed that he had inherited and he wouldn't part with it for all the world. He lay on his back just staring at the old Smith-Corona and just wondering all the words and ideas that have been created by those who laid their fingers on the faded keys. He pulled aside the covers and turned on the light.
No use trying to sleep.
He had something to say on paper and it needed to be said now.
He walked over to the desk drawer and opened it quietly.
Parrot stirred in his cage in the corner
"Writer's Block! Writer's Block! Write something
funny ! You bore me ! Get a life! Bawk! Bawk!", cried
Parrot.
"Aww what do you know, Parrot! The only thing you got on me
is your lifespan! But I ain't in cage , am I? Look at me,
arguing with a Parrot? "
"Yeah, , you are a writer!! Ha!! That's a good one! Maybe
I am a stripper!! Hey, I got the feathers and I'm cuter than
You, Jimmy !"
"Oh, shut up Parrot, Maybe I will sell you to the circus, if you think you are so talented."
Jimmy threw a cloth over the Parrot's cage.
"Writer's Block!" , the Parrot blared out from under the cloth.
"Enough!"
Jimmy sat over the the desk and started to type. The blank page
scared him and he tried to let his mind work for him. He closed his eyes and imagined a cozy cottage in the woods. The image
was almost clear and his fingers were starting to type
a story.
Then suddenly the ribbon ripped and the key stuck together...
"Damn! Stupid ribbon!! Why did I buy this piece of junk at
the yard sale? I have this great idea but the typewriter won't
work right!"
"I guess you better think of a new career Jimmy..." cried out
Parrot from under the cloth. But don't be a stripper...I already
have that covered. Besides you are BORING!!....Bawk!! Bawk!! "
"Writer's block, is that what you say, Parrot?", Jimmy said
as he opened the drawer to the desk and rummaged around. "Here's
the key! The key to my gun case!"
"What you want to open that for?", Parrot said nervously.
"Well, Parrot, as a matter of fact, you are in the opening
scene of my new story!"
