Fifty Words

Sam writes exactly fifty word stories Monday through Friday.

Jan 13

to the death

To the death! His eyes watered, his hands shook, his mind fuzzed. Every light was an explosion, every word a bang. He’d fought as long as he could through a night of remarkable illuminations and promising revelations, but now he would lie down, roll over, and freefall to unfettered sleep.


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