Pays to take put insurance
rethink.
The tyrant with the blood of cities on his hands was 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.