Story Snippet! Penned To Kill?

Real talk! I did not have any ideas for this post. No seriously, I am sitting here on an early Sunday morning, racking my brain on what the hell I should write for this blog post that is supposed to be ready. So why not share more writing stuff? Right? I mean, I love sharing stories and stuff on this blog!

I am bringing back an older one that deserves some love on the new blog! So, Jackson Pacer, everyone! 😀

The tapping of his fingers hitting keys and a third cup of coffee were the only things keeping Jackson awake as he typed the words from the pages of his notebook. It had taken him three months of ignoring his classmates and faking sick so he could stay home to write and finish his first rough draft of novel three. Jackson’s insomnia-fueled productivity had gotten him through twenty-three pages of his one-hundred fifty-page notebook. He could only describe the scene he was writing right then, as her nightmare before the murder. 

He stopped typing and began drumming his fingers on the desk. He looked over at the half-filled coffee pot and silently considered drinking another cup. The bitter taste of straight black coffee-fueled Jackson’s gritty imagination. 

He decided against it at that time, and turned his attention over to the alarm clock by his bedside. The judgemental blinking lights on the clock read 5:27 AM. Any minute now, he would be getting a…

“BRRRRRR!”

His cell phone started to buzz from his bedside table. Jackson narrowed his eyes and muttered under his breath. Mikey was calling him four minutes earlier than usual. The nerve of him.

He got out of his chair and went to grab his phone and went back to his seat, sliding his thumb on the screen to answer the call. “Micheal Alastair Nash.”

The teen on the other end groaned. “Oh my god. I hate it when you do that. Who are you, my mother?”

“Nope. Just someone who knows literally everything about you.”

“I take back what I said before. I hate you when you’re in creative hermit mode.”

“Then why did you call me?” Jackson leaned back in his chair so he could look out his window at Mikey’s Voltron curtains. Any stalker would have had a field day with that view, but not Jackson. Mikey’s room was not much to look at, and Mikey wasn’t a very good stalkee. That’s what they called it, right?

“Well, I really didn’t feel comfortable staring at your window until you noticed.” Jackson blinked to see Mikey glaring at him. 

“Sorry. Just thinking.” 

“Stop. You look absolutely sinister.”

Jackson rolled his eyes and yawned. “I think I am just a little tired.”

“Gee! I wonder why?”

“Maybe because it has something to do with the weirdo calling me at 5:30 in the morning?”

“You were already awake.” Mikey chuckled. “You know if you want to get any sleep, you should turn in. School starts in two and a half hours.”

Jackson spun in his chair and leaned back. “I don’t think I want to go.”

“Me neither.”

“That’s a load of bull crap. You’re already up and ready to go.”

“I can be excited if I darn well please it. I don’t need your judgment.”

Jackson glanced out his window again. Mikey was sitting right in front of it messing around on his sketch pad. “Hey Mike? You want me to make you some coffee?”

“No thanks, man. I don’t need coffee when I have a positive attitude!”

“So that is why you fall asleep in English?”

“Shut up! I don’t see you with a positive attitude.”

Jackson grinned, “I don’t need one. The education system took my soul. Coffee fills the dark void.”

Mikey looked up and grinned, “I am stealing those and slapping them on T-shirts.”

Jackson stuck out his tongue. “Not if I get them copyrighted first!” He looked over at the clock, which was now blinking 5:40 at him. Maybe he should get ready for his government-mandated education. “I think I am going to go.”

“Aww! But then I’ll have no one to talk to.”

Jackson laughed, “Not my problem buddy.” He was about to hang up, so he could avoid Mikey’s shouts, but he stopped. “Mikey?”

“Yeah?”

“Amaretto cream and five sugars?”

“Yeah…” 

Jackson waved at his friend through the window. “Talk to you later buddy.” He closed his curtains and hung up the phone.

It was time to get ready for school. His eyes drifted over to the coffee pot one more time. Maybe he could have one more cup of coffee…