Ficlets

The Good, The Bad, And The Posse

Lone Writer snatched the piece of paper out of G2’s hands. “What’s the matter with you?” She demanded.
G2 looked perplexed.
Lone Writer sighed. “None of us are in any condition to fight, especially me.”

Fantasy nodded. “She’s right.”

Lone Writer frowned. “Will you stop agreeing with people?”

Fantasy shrugged, unfased. “Can’t help it if you’re right.”
G2’s shoulders sagged. “What are we going to do?”
“As much as I’d like to shoot off Krulltar’s kneecaps,” LW started. “I think we should create an army.”
“You mean like my K-army?” Lil’ Krully piped up, looking ecstatic.

“Not quite, little man. But your K-army is what gave me the idea.” LW sat down on a bench. “I think its time to bring in the Characters.”
“What?” Fantasy asked.

“I think I get it…” G2 started to pace. “You want to bring some of the characters from our Ficlets to life?”

Lone Writer nodded.

Fantasy lept to her feet. “Have you any idea how dangerous that is? Everybody knows that Characters develop minds of their own!”

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