Endless | A 100 Word Story
#695 | IV The Emperor - Edgar Allan Poe | Edgar Allan Poe Tarot
Today on Erica Drayton Writes, the Prompt is slave!
Write a 100 word story.
And tag me if you take up the challenge.
His fingers were numb and knuckles bled from gripping the pen tightly. A bead of sweat fell from his brow, smudging a word on the page…
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His eyes stung from the sleepless nights. Gone for a fortnight and he hadn’t slept for nearly that long. The heavy black curtains hiding the day from the night. He had no desire to know the world beyond that which he could create, control, on the page.
Out of ink he wanted to throw the bottle but stopped when a gust of wind blew his window open.
The night calling to him.
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