Join the new world

eJapan, day 5559, time 22:47.

North High School was dominated by darkness. Only the pale light of the moon illuminated small areas near the window. In the reading room of the school library, a silent battle was going on between the darkness of the entire school and a small table lamp. I, lounging on a chair, watched with apathy the unequal and passive battle of light and darkness. Looking out the window, I noticed the pale moon. Our lifeless eyes met.
"You must have read my last story," - I whispered.
Remembering him, my face took on a pained expression. I didn't think I could write something so terrible. If there was a competition for writing writings that could absorb a person's life, my story would be in the top ten. I remember every happy morning eaten by this story. My will to live was gone after an hour of editing this story. I involuntarily sighed. On the third day, my muse fled and I had a creative crisis. My life force told me :
"Bye!"
And they ran after the muse. I haven't looked in the mirror since. I just need to look at the moon to see what I look like. The same pale and with the same bags under the eyes.
“But I have to write a new story,” - i said in a languid voice.
Right. I won't give up until I try. Maybe I can write a new story. I started to cheer myself up. Gathering the last of my strength, I forced myself to smile. The remnants of the flame of life flashed in my eyes.
"So let's get started!"- i said cheerfully.
For the first time in three days, I picked up a pencil and started writing a new story. In my head, I went through different genres and events. Seems like a good start :

“The spring sun was already warming the earth. The wind carried the fresh air around the classroom, filling it with the scent of spring flowers. However, all this is not important if it is not there. The object of my adoration, the object of my admiration, the object of my secret love. My favorite is Murakami-san. And today is just such a sad day. Unfortunately he got sick.."

The beginning of school romance, spiced up with spring tones.There are many such stories. I need to come up with something else.
All night I wrote different stories, rejecting them for various reasons. By morning, the muse returned to me and my smile never left my face.
I did not notice how I fell asleep. I slept until noon. It's easy to guess that I missed the morning practice fights. At the headquarters they reprimanded me. The command forced me to write an explanatory note. And a month of community service on the territory of the headquarters was added to my training fights.
However, that didn't bother me much. Because now I can write stories again. And my muse is with me again.

Thank you for reading my story to the end! You are a beautiful person!

See you in the next issue of the "Grimoire "Newspaper! 🙂