Inky Blots (Part 1)






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'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never harm me.' What happens when this is refuted? (My first story on this platform! <3)

Inky Blots (Part 1)

If you had to pick a stereotypical writer, Sera would definitely not be on top of the list. Socially awkward was a boundary she had long since leaped over.

Prone to having her nose in a book, inky blotches staining her skin like blemishes, and fumbling about in her purse,

Prone to having her nose in a book, inky blotches staining her skin like blemishes, and fumbling about in her purse, she was as about as far away from being accepted as the North and South Pole were from each other.

Then again, none of this mattered to Sera necessarily; who needed companions when you had books?

Then again, none of this mattered to Sera necessarily; who needed companions when you had books? Because as you see, literature was her bosom friend.

Many a day she spent guiltily, (or as it would seem to a child) gorging on chocolate, whilst reading the latest blockbuster.

Once night approached, and the sun dimmed her weary rays, it'd be swapped for a timeless classic- nimble fingers tracing words and turning pages.

Once night approached, and the sun dimmed her weary rays, it'd be swapped for a timeless classic- nimble fingers tracing words and turning pages. So Sera was as normal as can be.

Once night approached, and the sun dimmed her weary rays, it'd be swapped for a timeless classic- nimble fingers tracing words and turning pages. So Sera was as normal as can be. Well...

for a 'witch'.

Oh, did I not share?

Oh, did I not share? You see, Sera possessed a gift. A remarkable talent, one if known about, would send the whole world into a frenzy.

Every night, as the moon sat gazing, out would come a notebook.

Every night, as the moon sat gazing, out would come a notebook. Alongside the pen.

What pen, you may ask?

What pen, you may ask? Well, this specific instrument had been passed down through generations, (it was said to be created during the 19th century, by Sera's ancestor- a supposed witch.)

Enough said though.

Enough said though. Some things deserve to stay in the past,

Enough said though. Some things deserve to stay in the past, wouldn't you agree?

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