Blackjack Gabbiani
10th May 2004, 03:24 PM
(while I seem to be getting a reputation for short fics, this is the SHORTEST I've done. It was for a two-minute challenge where the theme word was 'ink'.)
The pen flew over the paper like the wings of a bird--appropiate, considering what I was finalizing.
Perhaps it will never be made. Perhaps it will all be a dream.
If so, I hope never to awaken.
But no, no, one day the skies will be mine, and I will soar like the mighty Lugia. It is my fate and my destiny.
The ink had bled through the paper.
Looking back on it now, I feel it may have been a sign.
The pen flew over the paper like the wings of a bird--appropiate, considering what I was finalizing.
Perhaps it will never be made. Perhaps it will all be a dream.
If so, I hope never to awaken.
But no, no, one day the skies will be mine, and I will soar like the mighty Lugia. It is my fate and my destiny.
The ink had bled through the paper.
Looking back on it now, I feel it may have been a sign.