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Writer's Block [Prologue]
By AlanGrant5
WRITER’S BLOCK
~ Prologue ~
Written by ALANGRANT5
Starring:
ALANGRANT5
ICEBREAKER
YVONNE
JPJUNKEE
VADER
CARNA
DARKHUNTER
CHEETAH167
CHAVEZ
RAPTORHISS
DINO DUDE
DAC
AMBROSE
CARNOTAUR3
EVILGRINCH
AMBER
TOBYCOMPY
JURASSICLAW
BISH
and
DAN
THE 2001 FANFIC AWARDS
Date: July 2001
Location: FanFic Awards Arena (F.A.A.)
The event was monumental. Authors from all over the web gathered together, facing off in an awards ceremony that recognized outstanding achievement in writer’s fiction. By the time the entire stadium filled up, it was believed that a total of over thirty people occupied the event... the number may not seem very large, but Authors of any sort have been growing short nowadays. Some might say they are even on the verge of extinction. The good ones anyway.
Dan, the beholder of the FanFic Awards, sat in an enclosed portion of the stadium, watching the event unfold. Last years award ceremony had experienced some minor difficulty when Dac had attacked Icebreaker with a sugar cone after having lost to the FanFic writer for the “Best FanFic” category. As harmless as a sugar cone may seem, Dac did hold the cone in such a way that the dull bottom tip was pressed up against Icebreaker’s chest. This didn’t cause much damage on Icebreaker’s part as the cone just simply crumbled upon impact with his flesh, but the assasination attempt did spark a riot, causing authors everywhere to fight amongst each other. So, naturally, this particular award ceremony was hyped up with security and stand-by ambulances. Dan was certain that nothing like what happened last year would happen ever again.
And, surprisingly, no riots broke out in the 2001 FanFic Awards, even though there was enough tension present to spark one. For three years in a row, Icebreaker had taken away the coveted “Best Author” award and for each category he had previously succeeded in, newcomer AlanGrant5, stole in an awards sweep that had surprised the majority of its audience. For the most part, many people were relieved to have seen Icebreaker’s winning streak come to an end, but for others; like Icebreaker, the end of his winning streak was intolerable.
“And the winner for ‘Best Author’ is,” JPJunkee had begun, tearing open the sealed envelope, “AlanGrant5 for his work in ‘From Another World’!”
A faint hint of a gasp was heard throughout the audience, followed by a standing ovation. All rose to the occasion except for Icebreaker, who was momentarily grounded by the news. Tossing a thirty-five page acceptance speech to his side, a document that he was previously thinking of publishing later on, Icebreaker rose grudgingly, clapping the palms of his hands as if he were pounding a nail deeper and deeper into the flesh of his wrists. A false smile planted onto his face, Icebreaker looked to be more constipated than content.
Cameras documented the sight, flashing their lights continuously as AlanGrant5 made his way to the center stage. Reporters were on standby, making sure to jot down the words spoken by FanFiction’s newest sensation. Newspaper headlines were already beginning to form: “UPCOMING AUTHOR, ALANGRANT5 PUTS VETERAN WRITER ON ICE”, “BREAKING THE ICE”, “ICE-CREAMED AT FANFICTION AWARDS”. All Icebreaker could do was watch. The moment in which he felt was his, was stolen by a newcomer who came out of nowhere.
~ THE AFTER PARTY ~
That same evening, AlanGrant5 made his way to the after party. Countless people, fans of his award-winning work, crowded his presence.
“May I have your autograph AG5?” a woman cried out.
“Sure,” AlanGrant5 had said, removing a pen from his coat pocket. “Who should I make this out to?”
“I’m SamNeillFan,” she said.
AlanGrant5 chuckled, “You are? That’s great to hear, I am too... your name?”
Meanwhile, Icebreaker sat across the room, watching the people, who were once his own, flock to AlanGrant5. Beside him sat his agent, Carna; both of whom were consuming large amounts of alcohol.
“Would you look at that,” Icebreaker said, sloppily sipping his martini. “It’s almost unbearably disgusting watching that amature get all this attention... where did I go wrong?”
“I hate to say I told you so Ice, but... eh, I told you so,” Carna replied.
“What are you talking about?”
“Well,” Carna theorized, “Your opening act is what killed you. It’s essential to grab the reader’s interest in the very beginning of a story, or else the reader has no self-motivation to read what else is offered. I told you that from the very beginning.”
“Hmm, okay... what exactly is your occupation again Carna?” Icebreaker asked.
“Uh... I’m your agent.”
“Exactly and me, I’m an author. Why don’t you just stick to what you do best and feast off of my earnings, while I do what it is I do best, and write damn good FanFiction?”
“So when are you getting that removed?” Carna asked, as if out of the blue.
“Get what removed?”
“Whatever it is that crawled up your ass and died. Jesus, you need to learn how to accept constructive criticism Ice,” Carna retorted.
“Oh please, you know-“
“Hello Icebreaker,” a startling mechanic voice interrupted.
Turning in his seat, Icebreaker suddenly found himself face to face with his attacker; Dac. A muzzle placed over his face and strapped to dolly, Dac had taken on the appearance of a familiar someone. Beside him stood his medical watchman, Dr. Dino Dude.
“Dac... you look.... healthy,” Icebreaker commented.
“Ahh, but you don’t Icebreaker. Do tell, how are you holding up? Can’t be easy dealing with the losses you’ve been plagued with this evening.”
“As easy as it is for you to breathe with that face mask of yours. Fits you nicely by the way.”
“Oh, you’re too kind Icebreaker. Sad though, as it is the only restraint keeping me from eating your face,” Dac whispered, while simultaneously hissing at the author.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Dr. Dino Dude insisted, rolling the dolly away from Icebreaker.
“Let us hope that your next novel attempt will be as successful as this one turned out!” Dac yelled as he was being pulled away.
“Bastard,” Icebreaker whispered beneath his breath as he finished off his martini.
Chiming her wine glass with the mouth of a spoon, Yvonne, a long-time friend of AlanGrant5's, began to draw attention to herself. With her glass raised high above her head, Yvonne began a toast.
“Excuse me, may I have everyone’s attention for just a moment please,” Yvonne shouted, as the voices of the party began to die down. Once the volume of the crowd grew to a reasonable level, Yvonne continued. “I’d just like to take this brief moment to honor the man of the evening, my friend, AlanGrant5.”
People began to clap in response.
“Here’s to a great writer who’s praise has been long overdue. May there be many more an award to honor your talents AG5!” Yvonne finished.
AlanGrant5 smiled, both in honor and embarrassment, absorbing the power and attention of the moment. He had never been more pleased with himself as he did at that moment in time. Little did the rising author know, this would be his first and final accomplishment for another four years as he would soon be diagnosed with every writer’s nightmare... writer’s block.
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8/14/2003 12:07:15 PM
(Updated: 8/14/2003 12:08:46 PM)
(Updated: 8/14/2003 12:11:26 PM)
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