by Steve Green
The idea for the story came to me in a dream.
Today I would give it life.
Several hours later and the words are still gushing forth, the story is like an irresistible force, compelling.
The computer had frazzled out after only a few hundred words, so I continued with a ballpoint pen and notebook.
When the ballpoint dried out I reached for my trusty old fountain pen.
When the ink ran dry I had to find another writing source. This story simply had to be written.
I only hope I can complete it before I run out of blood.
Author bio: Genre-hopping flash fiction writer who blogs at The Twisted Quill.