Dispair over Ficlets

Year, and years ago I stopped writing. My writing muse was delegated to the dungeon of despair where it languished for years with no hope of salvation. Then, almost out of nowhere, IM slipped me a message of hope. They told me to go to With just this tiny ray of hope I followed the instructions, and suddenly there was light.
My fingers, once again flew over the keys and words poured forth like candy from a pinata. I have made friends, I’ve helped, and been helped.
Now it looks like the evil warden has returned, and once again my muse my well be locked away forever. Hopefully there will be another ray of light, but until then I wish each and everyone of you a great life. Keep Writing.

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