A writer’s ink


Andrea came up behind aiming for his jugular vein, stabbing him with all her might. She then stood there in horror as he turned around, looked at her & smiled.

“Don’t you know that a writer has ink instead of blood in his veins, plus you can’t kill me in my own story.

She watched as all her hopes flew away.

Idealize…

Here’s my Facebook page And twitter.

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