A FireFly's Dying Light Chapter 1Firefly sat in the darkest corner of Old Maccadam’s oil house. Sighing, the femme glanced at the still full glass of high grade energon in front of her. She couldn’t bring herself to drink which caused her to ponder why she had even order one in the first place. No matter, the war had taken a lugubrious turn and her mind with it.A FireFly's Dying Light Chapter 1 by ~FireBugDemon727
The skies grew dark. Grand and elaborate cities had been reduced to nothing more than common pebbles among the ground. An ugly and depressing grey took over the landscape along with the mountains of unanimated bodies in the streets. That day had scorched her mind for eons to come.
The day Cybertron burn
Damn Writers BlockI stare at this blank pageDamn Writers Block by ~FireBugDemon727
Wondering what to write
I have no drive or inspiration
Yet my mind is full and active
What is stopping me?
How can my mind be so enlightened?
But feel as though it is dead?
I want to write this story
But another invades my head
Yet I cannot write that one either
I also have other work to do
I am stuck in the middle
Sometimes I feel if I write these little scenes
I can return my attention to the main objective
But it always looks like the words don’t flow
Backspace backspace backspace
Damn Writers Block