Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Thursday 19 September 2013
Why your wooden bed kills
Kawapánan shouted to Muzo,‘Run, run, the Devil has come.’ Muzo dropped her basket and grabbed at any near child before running into the clan hut. The bow shook as if running hard but Kawapánan stood firm worthy of Warrior red and took aim and prepared to die.
Sipping his lemon tea, Dr Simms peered out of the plane window: ‘Is this the new logging area?’
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