Alright first thing's first, THIS IS AN ORIGINAL STORY SET IN AN ORIGINAL UNIVERSE I MADE. It isn't set in any pre-existing fictional world or anything like that. A few things may have been based off of other worlds though.

Not sure if this is allowed on fanfiction though, ah screw it.

Anyways, enjoy the story

A Better Script

Writer's block, the bane of every author, scriptwriter, even actors. The feeling of unproductivity, worthlessness, and stress from not being able to come up with a few words or actions. Every story had been done before, there was nothing original anymore.

Amelia sighed as these thoughts plagued her mind. She was overdue for a new script for a play and all she had to show for it was a blank sheet of parchment. She stared at the clean sheet of failure, "Come on. Give me something." A comedy? No, last week was a comedy. Horror? Oh sure, that'd be great for the children. A romance? Wait, a romance! One full of tragedy and heartache. Two lovers kept apart by the different ideologies of their families but are willing to-"No that's been done before!"

Her head fell to her desk in defeat, she couldn't think of anything, nothing that came to her mind satisfied her. Stories with perfect characters with no room to grow. Heroes that have no problem defeating the villain. Comedy where the jokes aren't funny. Romance with unconvincing love. Love triangles? She wouldn't, no, COULDN'T bring herself down to that level.

As she wallowed in self-pity, the carpenter who aided her in building the sets arrived to check on her. He was expecting many actors and actresses wearing extravagant costumes of many colors and props that looked so real that it seemed as if they were stolen from stores and soldiers. But all he saw was a dark theater, the backstage area lit up by a single candle, and a lone writer and actress who seemed to have given up.

"Um...Miss Amelia? You called for me, right?" Amelia slowly raised her head to look at her visitor, her eyes usually so bright and full of life now seemed dead. She stood, cried out "Oh Jeffrey!" And dropped onto him, her light figure being held up by him, "I'm ruined! I need a script for our next play and I haven't even thought of a title!"

The sudden embrace made blood rise to Jeffrey's cheeks. Amelia's overdramatic attitude was nothing new to him, she was an actress after all, but it was easy to make him flustered. She looked at him with a hopeful look. "Perhaps you have an idea? A character? A plot? A theme?!" She shook him as she desperately interrogated him. She needed something, ANYTHING.

Jeffrey stepped away once she started shaking him, "Uh…" He pried his mind for any ideas. He'd seen plenty of plays, read plenty of stories, surely he could think of one. "What if...a man discovered a prophecy...that said he would become a king. So he assassinates the current king to fulfill it?" Jeffrey smiled, hoping the idea was good enough. Amelia gave a wide smile as he described it, sure it could use some work, but it was a start. That's all she needed. Some character traits here and development there and-wait.

"That's been done before!" She fell to her knees in defeat. This was hopeless. She had done this for so many years. She thought she would never run out of ideas, surely this can't be the end? "I'm ruined, this theater is over!" Jeffrey rubbed her shoulders in an effort to comfort her, "This isn't the end, you'll think of something! You just need some inspiration."

Amelia wiped the tears from her eyes. "Inspiration? Inspiration! That's it! I need to get out into the world! Jeffrey!" The sudden change in attitude made Jeffrey jump in surprise. "Y-yes?" Amelia had an ear-to-ear smile and the usual brightness in her eyes returned. "Let's go on an adventure!"

"What?!" This wasn't what he meant by inspiration, he was thinking of books or talking with other writers. Not going into the wilds and risk getting killed by the beasts and monsters that lived there. "Aren't you worried you might die? I'm no fighter, and neither are you. And I don't think the monsters outside will be swayed by your feminine charms." Amelia let out a giggle and said "You'd be surprised. Feminine charms go a long way! But you're right, we can't fight. We don't know how to survive in the wild. We need a guide, or a mercenary! Yes! That'd be perfect!"

"I think our definitions of 'perfect' are very different." Amelia shook her head and insisted, "It'll be fun!" Jeffrey raised an eyebrow, "I'm worried about your definition of fun too." He was clearly unsure about this, but Amelia wouldn't take no for an answer. She grabbed his hand and exclaimed "Let's find us a mercenary!"

Before he knew what was happening, Jeffrey was already being dragged outside against his will. 'Oh spirits,' he thought, 'This woman is going to get me killed!'

Well that was the first chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it! I'll make another chapter if I feel up to it. But be sure to review it, constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged.

CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, please don't critique it just to tick me off. I legitimately want to improve my writing.