Friday, April 29, 2011

51-Word Story #119: Sand Tomb

I would suffocate before long. My lungs were filling with sand, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Hands bound, without an ounce of energy remaining, I lay there awaiting my own death. But I'm not mad. It's a mistake anyone could make, wishing for an infinite dessert.

(Prompt words: Dessert, suffocate)

2 comments:

  1. Uh, I'm told this may not be as clear as I originally thought. He wanted an infinite dessert, but got an infinite desert instead. Get it?

    Hahahahaha!

    Ha...

    >_>

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