“If love was food, bite me!”
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FiftyWordStory #8
There is a hole in the wall. I don’t always see it, blinded by the sunlight from the window, but when you move, the light moving with you, I see that the hole is there – behind you, hidden, in the wall. For what it’s worth; do you see it, too?
SixWordStory #81
In need of money; will pay!
SixWordStory #80
Grave is dug, but lays empty.
SixWordStory #79
“I can’t believe it actually worked!”
SixWordStory #78
Rising from the grave, she wanders.
SixWordStory #77
He loved her until no more.
SixWordStory #76
Foolproof kid tranquilizer: luxury or necessity?
SixWordStory #75
New teeth whitener causes epileptic seizures!
SixWordStory #74
A drain clogged full of souls.
