Sunday 10 August 2008

Mummy's Love You Forever


Chance


Screech...bang...swoosh.

I am Death, the reaper of souls.


So here, at last and look at you a bag of bones; the slut's too busy to feed you or give me grandchildren. Thank God, I am here now.

Er...Death dude any chance of dropping me off somewhere, anywhere.

MORRIS, COME BACK

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.