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It's been a while since I've written prose. I decided to try my hand at some. This is written for a class, so let me know what you think. Critique is very welcome, please.

At 3:00 a.m., the laptop screen was too bright and too empty. A blank page still stared at Jordan, mocking the past two hours he’d spent in total lack of inspiration, knowing he was obligated to write something but finding himself somehow unable to actually do it. The dark roast coffee, the kind they’d said came all the way from Guatemala just to satisfy his thirst, had long since cooled down, sitting idly on his desk, sipped down to only the halfway point in the mug. Somewhere outside, the crickets had stopped chirping, knowing how ridiculous it was to be up at this ungodly hour. Once again, Jordan began to plink out a few sentences on the keyboard, slowly turning them into a paragraph or two, but with a frustrated groan, he backspaced them all and drummed his fingers on the desk. The Muse album he’d been playing on iTunes restarted…again. It was from the grungier era in their music, sometime during the late 1990’s. Close to when he and Olivia had been born, actually. He smiled.

Let’s write a poetry book, she’d said. I know you aren’t much for writing, but wouldn’t it be fun? A poetry project, just the two of us. Please, Jord? It’d be so fun. He could still replay the imploring tone of Olivia’s voice as she delivered her request with a charming smile. Right now, he could kick himself for agreeing to write something, but at the time, he hadn’t been able to say no. Especially because it had meant so much to her.

They’d been taking turns for several months now. Olivia’s most recent poem had been about Jordan, of all things. Now, it was his turn, and he was no better at it than he’d been at first.

Dear Olivia, it is true.
I have fallen in love with you.
Roses are red, skies are blue.
I can’t wait to see your smile soon.

Jordan didn’t have the heart to erase it. At least he’d changed the old adage from “violets” to “skies.” That had to be some sort of creativity on his part, didn’t it?

He clicked “Save” and rubbed his sore eyes. A few moments later, he lay sprawled across in his bed, still in his clothes. In a few minutes, the light of the laptop went out, but it took much longer for Jordan to do the same.

The End

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