A World Without Ficlets.
HELP HELP HELP …....... HELP help help…...Lost in translation, what do I do?
No one wants to help me, find the words, what do I say to that?
Who are you any way, and what do you want with me?
Help me somone the pen is getting the upper hand on me, I can’t control my mind. The words are always better if the pen knows its place,
Oh no the paper the paper has jumped off the tablet it is in hot pursuit of me, what do I do now?
The story is running away, there is danger and know one knows the ending of this how will they find me?
Are you out there, help us all we are on the down low hiding from the story talers, for we do not know if tomorrow will come…... signing out know one cares….................................. we have to have stories, we have to have ratings, we have to have acheivement oh know who will save the ficlets from terror…...... who will rescue us….......