I Have Absolutely No Inspiration For A New Blog Post, So Here's A Poem About Having No Inspiration

My brain is empty
Empty empty empty
I do not know what to write
I'm just
Spewing words

Hmmm. Let's find something to talk about
Favorites? My favorite color? Animal? Song? Book? Author? Art medium?
I like pencils and yellow and lots of music
And Brandon Mull and giraffes

Man, this poem has no flow
No editing, no editing, just write
I'm just
Spewing words

Here's a poem written
While not knowing how to write
It goes to show inspiration is necessary
For good work

But not always essential,
Because look, I've got a blog post here
Despite having no inspiration
I created a poem anyway

Sure, it isn't that good
It's not pretty and won't win a prize
But I finally finally finally published a new post
So that's out of the way and I'm good till next week

My brain is empty
Empty empty empty
I do not know what to write
I'm just
Spewing words

Another Short Story, part three

Hello again, dear readers! I know, I keep forgetting to post here every weekend. But this past couple weeks have been super busy, and today is the first day in awhile I've had time to do this. So here I am! About this story… to be honest, I didn't have a specific end goal in mind for this story. I didn't really plan this out. So I'm not sure how this is going to go. Just let me warn you, this isn't the best of my writing! Bear with me, though, and next weekend I'll have a better blog post.

Andrea taps her foot impatiently. "She probably isn't coming back, you know."

I sigh. "Give Clair a chance, Andrea. She's only been gone a minute."

"She's a number seven," she insists. "You can't trust someone that dangerous."

Naria groans. "Give it a rest already. She's probably just really smart or something. She doesn't act dangerous, anyway. And she seems to have it under control."

"I'm not sure," Surrea says quietly, "but I think we can trust her."

I nod, forgetting for the thousandth time that Surrea can't see it. "I agree with Surrea. We will wait here."

Someone knocks on the door before opening it. Clair walks in with a stack of folders and bundle of pens.

"After an argument with my father and some extensive research for loopholes, I managed to pull some strings so you guys can leave."
Andrea jumps up, but Clair holds up a hand.

"On the condition that I get a full profile on all of you for the records. I couldn't get rid of all of the procedure, but I lessened it. I just need your names and your abilities." She motions to me. "I have yours already, I assume. You're just immortal, right?"

I nod slowly. I wouldn't call it "just immortal", but I understand she means I don’t have other special powers. Clair opens one of the folders, writes something down, and asks for my signature. I write it down quickly and turn to the other girls.

"Co-operate," I whisper. Andrea rolls her eyes, but the others nod.

Clair looks at our group. "Who's next?" she asks, obviously straining to sound cheerful. I suspect this incident has been fairly stressful for her.

After some hesitation, Naria steps forward. "I'm Naria De'Andra. I… I can perform chaos magic."

For an instant, Clair looks almost afraid. The expression is gone instantly, hidden as she nods and writes in another folder with studied concentration. Naria notices, though, and turns away irritatedly.

Clair takes another folder. "Next?"

Andrea nudges Surrea, who stiffens slightly, but nods with resolve. "I am Surrea Hudson," she announces clearly, then hesitates, as if the next words are hard to say. "I can see people's worst fears," she adds softly.

Clair gives her a concerned, almost tender glance as she writes this down. "And you?" she asks, turning to Andrea, who crosses her arms defensively.

"I'm Andrea Derris," she replies with an edge to her voice. "I can tell, on a scale of one to ten, how dangerous someone is."

Clair scribbles in the last folder, looking a little puzzled by Andrea's hostile tone. "Is that what you meant when you said I’m a number seven?"

Andrea nods sharply. "The armed agents we met earlier were only number threes, if that's any comparison."

Clair quickly covers up her shocked expression by shuffling the folders and pulling three pens out of the bundle she brought.

"I need the three of you to sign these," she says quickly. "And then you can go."

The girls sign their respective folders rapidly. I can tell they're ready to get out of here.

"I'll walk you guys out," Clair announces. "To make sure there's no more trouble. Word might get around fast here, but I think my father is trying to keep this under wraps, so most of the agents probably haven't heard you're  free to go."

We follow silently as Clair leads us through a maze of hallways. I step behind Surrea and place both hands on her shoulders as we walk.

"Can you do something for me?" I whisper, barely audible.

She nods with a small sigh. "I'll do it. I'm curious, anyway. She's a level seven," she whispers back.

I stand behind her as she slips her blindfold off and stares at Clair.

Clair turns, looking at Surrea, an unreadable expression on her face. "Don't…"

Surrea stops abruptly, grey eyes wide, never looking away from Clair. She struggles for breath and steps backwards, running into me. I quickly pull the blindfold back over Surrea's eyes. She normally reacts badly when she takes off the blindfold, but this is the first time she's been unable to breathe.

Clair is walking towards us quickly. "Is she okay?" she asks worriedly, looking at me.

"I’m okay," Surrea replies for me. "But…"

Clair takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I probably should have warned you."

"I shouldn't have intruded…"

"It's fine," Clair replies quickly, staring at the floor. After a moment, she looks back up with a forced smile. "Let's keep moving. The sooner we're outside, the better this situation will turn out."

After about ten minutes of walking, I put a hand on Surrea's shoulder.

"She's afraid of only three things," she whispers before I can ask.

I squeeze her shoulder encouragingly.

"She fears failure. She's terrified to lose somebody else the way she lost someone once. And…"

She shudders slightly.

Clair glances back, and I can tell she can hear what Surrea's saying. She doesn't try to stop her.

"You don't have to tell me the last one," I whisper. Surrea seems to be struggling to articulate Clair's third fear.

She nods and falls silent as we reach a set of double doors. Clair punches numbers into a keypad and leads us out into the fresh air and sunshine.

"If you need any sort of transportation, I'm sure I could call in a couple favors," she offers, but I shake my head.

"Naria can transport us," I reply confidently. "Thank you."

She nods. "I'm sorry about all of this. If it were up to me…"

I shrug. "You did what you had to."

Naria creates a portal and Andrea jumps through before the rest of us can do anything.

Clair watches her go, then turns to Surrea.

"I…" she starts, but Surrea holds up a hand.

"Do not worry about me," she says calmly. "I will keep your secret. If you are ever in need, let us know and we will help." She hands Clair a piece of paper with her phone number on it.

Clair nods and watches as Surrea steps though the portal. I wave to her as Naria and I walk through the portal together.

The last thing I see before the portal collapses is Clair, waving back.