55 Words

Jul 17, 2007

From what I understand, 55 word stories have become somewhat of a fad. Neat. I don’t want to be left out.

He was sure she was lying.

An embrace is given more to subdue than comfort. Fleeting promises fade as the darkness begins to close in.

How can she leave me? What have I done?

The truth made him quake. Dread gaped from the open doorway.

There is a monster in my closet. I know it!

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  1. Aimee
    August 19th, 2007 at 6:54 pm #

    Hey uncle Ken this is a cool site!!!!!!

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