Sunday, April 6, 2014

Writer's Fantasy


I woke up in bed with a gentle snug on my shirt.

Hazily, I stood up as a hard surface guides my body towards somewhere I don't know.

I found myself thereafter, sitting on a shiny mahogany chair facing a mahogany table filled with intricate carvings, like a masterpiece no man could possibly fathom.

I stroked my fingers on the crevices, my face was filled with awe.

As I went near the surface of the table, something was writhing towards my dominant hand.

Two wooden bars intertwined on my arm like snakes.

Reaching towards my elbow, I spotted its end to be a pen, so enchanting that it glows in dim light.

I pulled a piece of parchment paper on the table, as I carefully gripped the pen.

There, REAL MAGIC BEGINS.

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