Someone pointed me towards this article in Wired Magazine—it looked like so much fun that I started writing some very short stories of my own. Whether they’re worthy of getting published in a magazine is another question altogether…
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Oh, it hurts me! My brain!
We came, we saw, we fled.
“Hey, what does this button do?”
A man, chased by virile monkeys.
Just cross these two wires and
Banjos obsolete: “Dueling Accordions” goes platinum.
Binky felt his juggling clubs malfunctioning.
In the beginning, there was… something.
Finally, she cut the brake lines.
The end… until the next beginning. — Vicki Abbott
