Writers play games. Sometimes they create feghoots — very short stories replete with horrific puns. Sometimes they pen drabbles — exactly one hundred words but paronomasia isn’t required). Some truly demented ones attempt 55 fiction (guess what that is). Now Vincent dares me to write a fifty word story.
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