The words came to him in a flood of inspiration, merging and flowing together as though in a dream, creating scenes as vivid as life and as intense as his next breath.
What usually took him half a year to plan and the other half to barely finish, was now coming to him in droves, springing out of an endless well of ideas that was all his to exploit.
His fingers were on a mission, willing slaves to his mind’s final bursts of whimsy.
Because tonight was his last night on earth.
And this story could never die with hi;bbvyjugfhkjlkllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
*Inspired by the prompt because the night from The Daily Post.