Microfiction Day 52 – “Untold Stories”

She thought of all the authors who had died with stories still untold on their tongues.

How they had fallen into an eternal sleep with devils of envy dancing on their bones, with the odious names of witches muffled by the earth and with the bloody noise of a thousand plagues left to fester alongside them.

And yet she had sat before a blank page for days, no stories clamouring to flee from her pen. If she could rob the graves for those unwritten stories she would.

But she knew she would just have to do it the hard way.