Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Diary Pages: Nevermore

September 24th 2017 in Microfiction

Not good.
He opened my cage, I flew up here to stretch my wings (I’ve done it a million times before), and he’s been having a psychotic episode ever since.
The muttering; the crazy eyes; the frenzied scribbling.

Who the hell’s “Lenore”?

Time to look for an open window and make a break for it.

Cripes, this guy is seriously overwrought.

Freaking writers.

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