Many folk have been working on combining six degrees of Kevin Bacon with how do you tom write a 100 word story
surprisingly the common thread is North Dakota
I have finished it. It is done. It is the first prefect 100-word story. I showed it to my College professor. He wept. I sent it to a prestigious British publishing house. They wept. When it ended up on the pope’s night table and he wept I knew I had arrived. What do I do now? Life is no longer bright and full of endless possibilities. It’s merely gray and formless. I am goalless and unfulfilled. I could move on to 200 word stories, but what’s the point. So I sit in a chair on the porch watch the cats.