Thursday, 9 October 2008

Pays to take put insurance



rethink.

The tyrant with the blood of cities on his hands w
as dying. His monks told him Bliss awaited. Content he closed his eyes only to hear chants of rethink.

All those he had betrayed surrounded him in a great circle.



Bliss would come when he found someone who loved him.



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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.