The famous oral hygiene brand, SparkIt, had decided to allot a buget in the present quarter for neon signboards to be put up in the town. However, they had a bane, named Roger Poorman.
He was true to his name. He was hungry for a fortnight now.
But it was enough, he thought. He gobbled up all the newly set-up neon boards of SparkIt, over the course of a week.
Two days later, he was still lean, but his eyes projected a beam of light, which seemed to point to a location far away. Famine followed it. Fair enough.
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Short StoryA amalgam of stories, each with a count of 100 words.
