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Friday, August 29, 2008

School Work, Sexy Nutella Stories, Post Secrets

The prompt was this:

Review the PostSecret site. Choose one of the "secrets" as a staring point for your own flash fiction. Write a short short story of no more than 750 words. Make sure to create a title.

My choice was this:My story came out like this:

The A-line Skirt

She walked into my room at 8:22 in the morning. The light, at that moment was filtering through my windows already and I needed to be up 20 minutes ago. Before she came in, I could smell toast burning in the kitchen. As she entered, so did the smell of coffee....

Unfortunately, Ive taken this post down so that it can be considered for publication. Stay tuned!

SUCCESS!! This story was recently published on Penduline Press. Read it HERE

1 comments:

Anonymous January 15, 2009 at 10:26 PM  

I've never tried Nutella. I bought some today and I was just about to open it when I remembered that Post Secret. I Googled it because I couldn't remember it exactly, and I found your blog. Excellent story, just the right balance of intrigue and creepiness. Great ending, and it's very well written. But now, I don't really want to try that Nutella.

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