“Would you
like to phone a friend?”
The Sphinx*
#quote
Today I went to
my school club and much fun was had. We may or may not have worked on
the final steps for creating a machine that will provide the answer
to the meaning of life. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
INTENSE
READING
The book was
magnificent. The author's pen name itself could be called a
poem. And when Harold read the book, it caught him. The the
plot of the book stood to be so amazing and the words so well woven
his eyes were just tugged along the page. His heart raced when he
flipped the pages, the book enraptured him so that he poured massive
amounts of his strength and soul into each flip of the paper. The
reading became so intense that when he finished his whole body
overloaded and he fell over and died.
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