Victorian 1.
"M'lud," said the gentleman, "it is not often that one finds himself in the presence of such a fine and honorable personage as yourself."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," replied the judge, "I find myself in such a presence every time I look in the mirror." And the court laughed at his wit and gaiety. Oh my, how they laughed.
Then they all perished of cholera.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," replied the judge, "I find myself in such a presence every time I look in the mirror." And the court laughed at his wit and gaiety. Oh my, how they laughed.
Then they all perished of cholera.
Labels: fiction, flash fiction
posted by nicholas reed at 4:27 PM
4 Comments:
i see i'm not good enough to be linked anymore?
Well you kep not posting forevers. It's the reason I took my friend Amy's off too.
I intend to post there. I just can't until I fix a small problem that I've run into. Which, actually will be fixed by the end of this week. My new project shall be glorious. GLORIOUS! I say.
well then I shall re-edit!
Also, I am totally writing FILM ANALYSIS for tomorrow. And it will be awesome.
It involves a giant monster.
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