Hello, people. My exams are over and I’m back. Feel free to scream with joy and shed tears of happiness. *Senses you staring at the screen incredulously* I’ll come back when you’ve composed yourself.
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I was stunned into immobility for a few moments, my sweaty hands clutching the papers, my eyes fixed on the shelf before me. My whole face pulsing with my racing heart, I turned around to find a balding man in a blue shirt and sepia pants frowning at me. Either the lab assistant or the peon.
I gulped. “Yes- yes sir?”
“I said what are you doing here so early in the morning without a teacher?”
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Al and I were seated on either side of my bed in the cheap hotel room we’d rented about an hour or two ago, contemplating the murder of the Creator. Between us was a notebook with notes detailing a classic break-in murder, all crossed out.
Señors and señoritas, the long hiatus is finally over. I present to you *drum roll* part 8.
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Hundred-worders were never my thing until I joined WordPress. Then, I wrote a couple of them. Now, with two participations in Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge, (including this one), my formerly practically non-existent mini-fiction skills are getting some exercise. And the added benefit is that I’m blogging today although I have a Maths exam tomorrow. So, here we go:
Hola, amigos. Make merry, rejoice, and distribute pamphlets. Part 7 is finally here.
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If you’ve watched Stranger Things, you’d have grinned at the title. And nodded at the last sentence. And smirked at the last. And- okay, I need to stop doing this, because the title’s not really the question I wanted to ask.
