Some random five sentence fiction.
Just one epiphany; that much needed eureka moment and he’d be writing like a man possessed…but nothing came.
The night deepened and the world fell into a deep slumber but the writer remained wide awake behind his desk.
Behind him, from the open window, the stars watched, blinking now and then, they watched the writer wrestle with the words that refused to depart from his pen.
He begged and fought and serenaded the words just so they’d leave the pen and spill onto the pristine paper, but they refused, oh how they turned him down, like a lover playing coy.
He turned away Sleep’s sweet beckoning and continued to pursue an inspiration kept hidden by the darkness of the night; and so the writer struggled.