Deafening symbol clanks jolted Nancy awake. She peeked at the #street, a slender man marched to words minced by an unkempt woman in utilitarian clothes. "My neck, my back, he's the wussy in this pack!" She held a photo of the mayor. Nancy gasped. "Calling Speech Police!"
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Daily Flash Fiction
Ficção GeralThis book is a rolling collection of short flash fictions which I'll be updating daily. Each story will have to incorporate one specific word every day, and that word will be identified with a hashtag in front. Enjoy!
