I Will Write No More...
I WILL WRITE NO MORE
“He sat behind the old desk, his head tilted slightly backwards…”
The words materialized on the page as if dredged from silt, shaky but unmistakable. He stared at them, the pen trembling in his grip. Six months. Six months since he’d last let ink bleed into paper, and 2 years since he’d sworn to let his personal stories suffocate in their own silence. Yet here he was, hunched in the same chair, the same dust motes swirling in the same thin light. The old diary on the table, open like a wound.
He’d tried to forget. Killed all his thoughts, burned his books, taken up finance full time — finance, of all things — just to quiet the itch in his hands. And for a time, it worked. His creativity lost its edge, his eyes their manic gleam. But the void left by unwritten words grew teeth. It gnawed at him in the quiet hours, whispering that his truest self had been buried alongside his prose.
The desk had called to him that morning. Not a metaphor, not a poet’s lie. A literal call: wood groaning, drawers rattling, the typewriter’s carriage bell chiming once, soft as a funeral toll. When he’d entered the study, the diary was already open. The moth-eaten page screamed its final vow: I WILL WRITE NO MORE. But beneath it, in the margins, something new had sprouted—a single sentence, written in his own hand, though he had no memory of it:
“He sat behind the old desk, his head tilted slightly backwards…”
A beginning. Or an ending. Maybe both.
He’d scoffed, slammed the diary shut. But the sentence followed him. Into the kitchen, down to the office, through the numb rituals of his day as a finance analyst. By dusk, it had coiled around his lungs, squeezing until he gasped for air that wasn’t there. This is how it wins, he thought. Not with grand epiphanies, but with a single, stubborn seed.
Now, here. Pen in hand. He knew, that as it was in the beginning, so it would be at the end... A never ending circle...
And so...
“He sat behind the old desk, his head tilted slightly backwards…”
THE END... OR THE BEGINNING?
This is a comeback piece, I hope...
Nice piece 👊 I love it. I think something must have prompt the writer to develop weird and awkward feelings towards writing, this isn't a good sign and I pray it ends well.
I guess the writer needs a break, he/she anyway, from the way things sounds, if this writer isn't you, the writer sound like a male. The writer just need to try other things he loves doing because is obvious he doesn't love writing anymore and to me is important he renews his passion for writing by taking a break.
Writing doesn't always look boring or unnecessary, is very important that we do things in a unique way and also a random way too. The writer should try to also change his genre of writing, he should try something new and see if he will love it.
I love Poets, Novelists, Playwrights alot, they inspire me alot and they keep on reminding me of the good times when I used to write alot of books, few poems and songs. Yeah is possible to get tired.
Let's call it the beginning because this is how alot of novels I used to read in the past, always begin. I enjoy them alot. Keep it up 💜
Thank you so much SaintKelvin. The writer is me, actually. And yeah, I am male.
I will do my best to keep writing. Thanks again for the kind words. I truly appreciate.
Ok you are the writer, I believe you will love writing again. Am also a writer too though I haven't been writing for a while now and when I was writing daily I was always close to my dictionary because it was very useful to me. I wish you a happy new month.
I hope you will keep commenting and egaging. A writer writes under all circumstances, it is an inner urge.
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So he sat and thought and decided to give up on the diary or not, after all you never know. Habits are hard to kill.
A comeback from what?
A comeback from my writing hiatus... I hope...
Utterly enjoyable! And... If this is the quality you promise... Please come back. We need more good writers around here.
It was great to read you for the first time. I'll be following you.
Cheers.
Thank you so much hefestus. I appreciate the kind words.
I have decided to come back through a diary series. I started yesterday, hopefully talking about my day in prose and poetry will help keep my pen alive.
The important thing is to keep the pen rolling. You have to keep yourself writing, or else, the well will dry.
All my best wishes are with you.
Steem on!