Ficlets

Tales From The Script

“daughter,wife,mother,nanna,artist”

The door creaked open; she saw it, it was calling, drawing her closer. She move across the room curiously wondering if she should, she did.
She sat down at her desk and pushed the button.
She typed in her name and password.
Moments later the ficlet’s screen appeared,
browser to be exact.
All the stories which one’s to read, the choice’s so hard, but she choose’s.
She think’s, she can’t help herself she has to sequel.
You should too.

Warning: my writing will alway’s have
grammer, punctuation, ect… mistakes.
I don’t have a clue, didn’t finish high school.

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