Welcome to Microfiction Monday, where a picture paints 140 characters or fewer.
Alice knew that her prayers had been answered when she experienced a vision of five children. “But that’s so many,” she protested.
Welcome to Microfiction Monday, where a picture paints 140 characters or fewer.
Alice knew that her prayers had been answered when she experienced a vision of five children. “But that’s so many,” she protested.
Welcome to Microfiction Monday, where an image paints 140 characters, or fewer.
Nana stuffed potpourri into every dish and vase in her house. She insisted something fishy followed her home from the sea.
It’s probably only because I said “Zaphod Beeblebrox” so many times in the last few posts, but it’s still nice to hear.
Welcome to Microfiction Monday, where an image paints 140 characters, or fewer.
“Prof. Gray’s Miracle Tonic,” she read. “Ingredients: Sparkling water, Eleven secret herbs and spices, Grain alcohol— yes, this will do.”
So, like just about everyone else who volunteered for the Thirty Day Blog Challenge, I too have run out of enthusiasm for the project. And like a few of my blog neighbors, I find myself grasping for ideas and wondering what to do next. Until I figure it out, please enjoy this edition of The Friday Five.
Welcome to Microfiction Monday, where an image paints 140 characters or fewer.
When Jen’s mobile battery died, she ceased to exist. Amy tweeted again and again to ask what happened. She could have just looked up.
And now for something completely different.
“When I was a kid, there are two things I wanted badly and never got… A real dog and a Kenner AT-AT Walker.” —Patrick Boivin