Silently, I unlocked the back door of the cafe that was below the flat that I lived in. I was a bit behind with rent, and I knew that my landlord- the owner of the cafe - would not be happy when he found me. Opening it sneakily, I crept in.
I could hear the sounds of the customers coming from the front, but there was no sign of Frank. I grabbed my post, and then ran upstairs. Unlocking my door, I zoomed in and then shut it behind me. I had made it.
Then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Oh, sugar. Then I had an Idea. I ran to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. Now I 'couldn't' hear the door. I laughed silently as he screamed through the door for me to open up. God I needed a better job, to pay for this stink hole.
I didn't want to get a full time job though, as I was a writer on the side. Though that wasn't going so well. But I was sure the one I was on at the moment, was a good one. This was going to be my big break...hopefully.
It was about an independent woman, who vowed never to marry or have children, having a one night stand with her new, sexy, Irish boss and falling pregnant. Thinking about it, I mostly gave all of my leading men in the stories an Irish background. I didn't know what it was, but that accent just made me smile.
As I sat down at the table, Josephine jumped up next to me. I rubbed her soft, black fur, and she snuggled into me, purring.
"Helly, baby. Missed me?" I whispered, into her ear. Then I remembered, I had forgot to grab cat food on the way home. I was running short. Oh well, she would have to share my food tonight.
"IZZY! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" Frank yelled through the door. "YOU'VE GOT TWO DAYS! YOU HEAR ME? TWO DAYS!"
I heard him storm down the stairs, angrily. I got paid three days away, so I would just have to dodge him till then. I turned my attention to the post. Something from my bank, a phone bill, and then a brown package. Hmm, I wondered what that was? Ignoring the letters, I ripped it open and peered inside.
It was a pen. A shiny blue pen, patterned in golden swirls. Taking it out, I read the word 'Watollia' on the side. I had never heard of that. It sounded to me like a made up word, for some fantasy land. I shook the package to see if there was a letter explaining who it was from, but there wasn't. Strange.
I wanted to try it out straight away, but my story at the moment was on my laptop. Did I really want to start another one, before I had finished? I got up, and started to search my messy flat for paper. Honestly, it was like looking for a pin in a haystack. Looking under the coach though, I found an empty pad of lined paper. Perfect.
Sitting back down, I went into my creative mode. For some reason, I didn't want to write romance, like I normally did. It didn't seem right, for some reason. Plus, the word Watollia had given me an idea. I placed my pen to the paper, and began to write.
"The Queen of Watollia, was very nervous. The King and his men had travelled far, to kill the dreaded Dragon that was haunting there kingdom, and he had not returned yet. Two weeks it had been and yet there was no word from him.
She looked out of her window, staring at the land before her. Watollia certainly was magnificent. Being in between the towering forest, where the Elves were settled, and the spectacular mountains where the dwarfs lives, they were highly protected.
Just then there was a knock at the door...."