Original Author: Punkin
Was it just a ficlet of Elsha’s imagination or had someone moved John Perkin’s body.
Slowly, steadily, almost unmoving John Perkins “body” appeared to be moving toward the locked exit.
Eddie-Joe Young’s back was turned. He begun waving around his laptop, ranting, something about sequeling and never getting enough comments.
Was Ficlet’s back on-line? Did they really go through with it?
As the tumblers released, a loud click reverberted like the sound of a cocked pistol.
The door flung open with a crash.
All hell broke lose.
Jenunique, Pens and Feathers, and More Way rushed in.
“Read, reply, ficlet or die!!!!”