23 October 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
As soon as the pen had finished its passionate routine, the growing warmth in his fingers dutifully informed him the process had worked; and with it, regret.
The rage-fuelled pages began to shudder; the bindings began to glow. He could see the words he had written playing out and knew that, however angry he might have been, they did not deserve this.
With all his might he sought to force the pages shut, to cage the beast desperately seeking escape to do his masters bidding.
Lights exploded from the pages, tearing through the night sky. He had been too late.