A New Ficler

He could not control the words he was typing. They burst from his head, down to his hands and onto they keyboard.

He never pre-wrote, he logged on, just typed and filled as much of the 1024 as he could. Grammar and punctuation could go to hell, he left that to the expert writers here. He just wanted to create and get the words out of his head.

The prospect of somebody reading and commenting on his writings excited him. The chance that a fellow Ficler would even prequel or sequel his work made him all sorts of nervous, nervous in a good way.

So this is how and why you are reading this new Ficler, yes it’s me and I love it.

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