'Tasty food!' he said, licking his fingers. She smiled. It was their first date. She had done the cooking. 'But what is it?' he asked. 'Beef?' 'No.' 'Pork?' 'No.' 'Lamb?' 'No.' 'Poultry?' 'No.' 'Deer?' 'No.' 'Fish?' ‘No.’ ‘Moose?’ 'Of course not!' 'What then?' 'It's snake meat, dear.' He turned pale. Related articles 50-Word Stories #119 … Continue reading 50-Word Stories #120
Reading what you wrote a day, a week, a month ago can be a most painful experience, one that challenges your patience and sours your mood and makes you question your literary merits. ‘Bloody hell! Have I really written this drivel?’ It is with dread that I read articles, 50-word stories, and especially chapters in … Continue reading The Harrowing Experience of Reading Your Own Writing (a Day, a Week, or a Month After the Deed)
‘You’re pretty and kind,’ he told her, after their first night together, ‘but I don’t love you.’ ‘I won’t see you again?’ she asked. He shook his head. She wept. A month later she called him. ‘I’m pregnant,’ she said. He was silent. She asked him: ‘Will you marry me?’ Related articles In Praise of … Continue reading 50-Word Tales #117
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