Flash Fiction: Writer’s Block

Arachnids weave whisps of silken memory across the hollow cavern, threads of lost conversation, meandering histories, and achingly unrequited emotion. Once overflowing with words, an author’s chest now rings empty. The cracked heart stutters out it’s last percussive thumps, drenched not in blood, but in ink. A death sentence in writer’s block…

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Broken- Ink drawing by Morgan Bernard
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