So bad that I've composed a writers suicide note - no, not killing myself, just my inner muse who's doing a sucky ass job - that I'm posting for my contribution day at Nights of Passion on Tuesday.
In honor of my god-awful writers block, you get a depressing six sentences from my work-in-not-progress. *sigh*
They say the screams could be heard a mile away from the ominous fortress. His mind was strong. It took longer than anticipated to break it. But Marwolaeth Du was known for far worse than breaking the will of strong men.
After many long months, the man who woke children in the night with his terrified pleas, came out of Marwolaeth Du a changed man. A man with a soul as stained as the fresh ink on his skin.