Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
← Back
Anyone can play! My last line is the first line to your flash fiction. Here's mine… 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱. 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆. 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗸. 𝗧𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗳𝘁𝗵-𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵. 𝗜𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲.
5