What lives in my closet

Note: This is a narrative, because i find typing a script instead of writing it first in paper is bogus. Sorry :P

Florenz Wendi, a 21 year-old, was a well accomplished writer, having written books that have reached the top charts like the New York Times Best-seller list and the Publishers Weekly. She lived in a mansion in Bel Air and drove a Mercedes to get from here to there, in other words, she was rich. A first glance at her cherubic face and lithe body-structure, you would think that she writes Fitness books or Love novels, but you're wrong. The books that made Florenz famous weren't about lost love or how to get thin in a month, no, they were about the most hideous settings you could imagine, about blood and gore that would curl even the toughest guys' toenails. She wrote horror novels. This is a story of how she finished her best book, and how she found out that some things are better left unasked.

Florenz awoke to the ringing of her cellular one fine Monday morning in her study. Without looking who called, she picked it up.

"Hello?"
"Ms. Florenz? Good morning, its me Hudson, your agent. I received a call last week from your publisher. They are asking how the book is coming along. I told them last week that its almost there, and that you are working hard to finish the next best seller. They called again this morning saying that they wanted the book by next week, or else the contract is off."
"Crap Hudson, why'd you have to wake me up for that? I've been working on the novel for well over 2 months now, I'm just working out how to end it now. I guarantee that it'll be finished by next week."
"Okay Ms. I'll tell them the great news. I'm sure with all the publicity they been giving it "Cheerleader from Hell" will be the next best-seller"
"I'm sure it will Hudson, good morning and good bye."

Putting down the phone, Florenz realized that it was already 9am in the morning and that she had been up all night thinking of ways to end the book. The setting was already there: The main character was about to be killed by a maniac that rose from the dead, she was meant to escape, but how? Florenz thought of every possible way for her to escape, and wrote ways for the killer to perceive these. So how was she going to do it? Her study room floor was littered with crumpled paper and snapped pencils due to frustration. She couldn't take the atmosphere in this room any longer, she needed to get fresh air in her lungs and food in her stomach. Plus, she thought, maybe she'd get the inspiration she needed if she went for a drive to her favorite restaurant for breakfast.

It usually takes her 30 minutes to get to The Casa from her estate, but wanting to take a drive to try and soak up some sun and inspiration she decided to take her car and cruise around the city after a quick shower. An hour later, she arrives with a hungry stomach at her favorite restaurant, being a regular patron of said establishment, she walks in and sits at her usual seat. A few moments later a waiter arrives with a menu, but Florenz already knew what she wanted that day.

"Good Morning Ms. Wendi, what will it be today?"
"I'd like to have the Platter of Various Italian Cheeses and Choice Cold Cuts, a whole loaf of Shepherd's Loaf and a tall glass of cold Ahmisa Milk"
"Excellent choice Miss, it will be served momentarily"

With that the waiter left Florenz to her own devices, which was fine with her as she was still thinking of a way to help her heroine escape a death that involved disembowelment. A few ideas came across her mind, only to be dashed a few minutes later, the ending truly was a delicate process in writing a book, because if the ending did not live up to the story building up in the book, people would throw it against the wall in frustration at having bought such a scam. And if Florenz thought of something inconsistent with the story she already built up, she would have to re-edit the whole story to make it match with the ending, and that only meant months more of hard work and sleepless nights. Her stressful thoughts were momentarily pushed away when she smelt the aroma of freshly baked Shepherd's loaf coming her way, putting thoughts of gore and blood aside, she ate in silence and suppressed panic at the nearing deadline of her latest novel.

After eating and relaxing for a while reading a book at the restaurant, Florenz decided it was time to get to work. She walked to her parked Mercedes and drove back to her manor. It was gonna be a long day she assured herself. She arrived to the sound of her empty house. Although the manor itself was huge, containing more than 30 room including 5 bathrooms, it only housed her, for she never cared to have maids or servants. Because of this the only part of the house she uses are the main kitchen, the master bedroom, the living room and her study. There were places in her house, like the attic, that she had never gone to, but the place still felt like home to her. It was where she felt most comfortable, and where she wrote her first best-seller, making her think that this was where her creative juices flowed most freely and without intrusion. She unlocked the front door and went straight to her study.

"Let's finish this book" Florenz said with a grin.

 "Finishing a book" as it turns out was harder than Florenz expected. Working late into the night thinking of ways to end her book, she just couldn't find a way to finish it once and for all. Until late Friday night she couldn't take the pressure anymore and threw her pen in frustration.

"Gaaaaaah, this book just keeps taunting me! What do I have to do to finish this damn book? My brain just wont seem to work, damn it!" She screamed in exasperation.

Florenz didn't understand, she usually could finish a novel within a span of 5 to 6 months, this already took her more than a year. Her agent and publishers were beginning to doubt her, that she was running out of creative talent, that she wasn't the writer she used to be. She couldn't bear the thought any longer, without a second thought, she went to bed, but not before saying a small prayer.

"Please lord, show me my steward to help me finish my book"

A Note to Read

This blog was created as my output, and also by request of a friend. She will be starring in most of the stories here, all naturally will be fictitious. These stories were all made by me, so following this blog would be a great way for you to spread them to the greater public. 



K Thanks Bye
~CzarC