Lexigraph: Fantasy

[penthius]

The alphabet shapes squiggled incomprehensibly before her eyes. She squinted, trying to learn. A. First came A. A looked like a roof with a cross-beam. But where *was* it? The shapes moved again in front of her eyes. "What's the problem here?" the teacher asked, approaching. She looked over Anna's shoulder and gasped. The letters moved. There was an--L. E. X. I--Anna couldn't remember the rest. "Lexigraph," the teacher muttered. "Oh shit." Anna looked up in shock. Mrs. Leann never swore, not ever. Anna lived out in shantytown, so she heard worse--


Inspiration: My address book.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: The word- and story-focused story ideas always strike me as just a bit too precious.

Comments

[disposalfiction.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's like writers writing stories about main characters who are writers. Or writing stories whose sole purpose is "And stories/books are FUCKING MAGICAL HUMAN ESSENCE!"