Mom and Dad wrung their hands in anguish. I saw them sitting on the couch and Mom was crying having just realized that my brother, Billy had been snatched right out of his crib.
Of course they will never know my secret, I’ll take it to my grave. Promise.
I’m trying my hand at more 50-word stories, what do you think? If you want to play along, here’s the prompt.
Nice one
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Thanks, Crispina! Exploring my dark side a bit.
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I like the format and the challenge of such short stories. Almost like Smoopy and “It was a dark and stormy night”. Good mental exercise.
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This was really a short awesome short story, and left me wanting more!
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Thanks, Stephanie! More to that story, or more examples of 50-word stories? They say that the more practice you get with those, the better you will get at longer fiction. 😊
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Twisted Trunk Travels 
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