Story Writer's Nightmare

Freebirde

Senior Member
It's late and I am tired, but the story is flowing so well. I hate to take a bathroom break. Now back to my office to write some more.

"You got to hide me! You are the only one that can protect me!" said the battered looking girl. She was dressed in torn and dirty clothes and probably in her late teens or early twenties. She looked familiar, but I didn't have a name for her.

"Where did you come from?"

"From your story and if I found my way out, the others might too!" She screamed and pointed at the computer screen. A clawed hand was reaching out of it.

I jerked back and found myself sitting at my desk. There was a notification flashing on my screen about a new post.

"Your stories so good, they seem almost real."

I commented back "Thank you for your praise, but I am glad they are not!"
 

PacNorWest

Veteran Member
a writer has to be very careful with the characters. They have a mind of their own and at times refuse to behave. Pac.
 

Freebirde

Senior Member
a writer has to be very careful with the characters. They have a mind of their own and at times refuse to behave. Pac.

I wrote this Tuesday at lunch after thinking while I worked that the real reason you keep moving is that you are afraid that Mark and Clora are going to find you and ask some pointed question about what you have done to them.
 
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