The words stared back at me, taunting me, my colleague brushed the dust off and I watched the cloud be carried away by the breeze.
"What is it?" She asked, her fearful gaze passed from me to the wall. "What does it say?" I glanced at her, before focusing on the script carved into the stone, my eyes widened, and my breath caught in my throat. I spoke slowly, in a measured tone.
"Fuck ya chicken strips!"
My vision swims and fades. I wake with a start, cursing and twisting my braid around my fingers in frustration.
"So close." I mutter irately.
AN: Based on the prompt. Very short, sorry.
Thanks again to my beta fuzzyellie, I don't know what I'd do without you!
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Untitled "Short" Story Collection
Tiểu Thuyết ChungPLEASE HELP ME FIND A GOOD NAME FOR THIS BOOK- COMMENT YOUR SUGGESTIONS OR POST ON MY WALL! THANK YOU! Original short stories: based off prompts, weird dreams and strange thoughts I have had, I hope you enjoy reading. No specific theme of stories. ...
