Published at: 11:12 pm - Sunday December 13 2009
They put her in a cell with that loser, Prince Charming, who she’d come to rescue.
Before the irony became too much to bear, she said, “hand me that spoon.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll use that spoon to reflect that beam of sunlight onto that pile of straw.”
FIRE!
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Published at: 11:08 am - Sunday August 23 2009
He was going to die.
It was all happening very suddenly, but there was this infinitesimally short instant of calm, where he got the chance to reflect on the past, and watch a rerun of his entire life.
He didn’t expect it to fit within a fifty word story, though.
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