Eventually, it was discovered that the man who sold Jack those beans was actually Rumpelstiltskin, purveyor of oddities and parlor tricks.
A week after top minds in science revealed a world he’d only ever imagined, he wanted to be blind again. The dream was better.
The horrors of her Dust Bowl days never left her; frozen meals and watermelon rot in her fridge while she starves, afraid to waste the food.
Three thousand years, and Atlas, weary, shifts the globe on his shoulders. A new north star, a new direction; a new world.
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Took me awhile to believe. I had to count, assuring myself of accuracy. Once done, I started on stars.
I like #2 here- great, and plaintive. And I love “purveyor of oddities and parlor tricks.”
My best twitter fiction ever is:
I wake with a start at the start of my wake.
That’s an excellent nanofiction though! Thank you for sharing. 😀 I’m glad you liked #2! I wrote these in a workshop last year. 🙂