Sunday, November 27, 2011


NOTE: Every Sunday, The Flash Factory (a private office at challenges the members to write a 50- or 55-word story using a set of five words. Today's words are in bold.

Seven porcelain caterpillars perched on the oak dresser stared in unison at the lifeless body lying contorted on the bed.

 His client had said to make it quick and painless. One silenced pfft, one bullet to the head. It wasn’t until he pulled the instructions from his pocket he realized he had the wrong address.

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