Grey Moon – Friday (ep. 58)
A spiral of smoke drifted in, bringing a sense of dread into the bar. The trio watched as it moved to the darkest corner of the room and solidified into a red-eyed, spectral figure.
Yuffie let out a long deep sigh. “Two black rums please, Reala.”
Reala poured them with a sense of urgency. Yuffie took them over to the stranger.
“Ex-wife,” said Fuen.
Shivers ran down Fuen and Reala’s spines.
Little Fears 
Haha..Awesome. The build up was amazing.
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Thank you, 919. 🙂
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Ooh, creepy.
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mmhmm! 🙂
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Oh, how lovely. Fuen has one of the nice ones.
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Unfortunately so. 🙂
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AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?! Cruel to leave us hanging
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Dun dun duuuuuun! 🙂
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Exes are always scary! 😀
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Ain’t that the truth! 😀
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Ex wife – yikes!
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A woeful arrival, man. o.o
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LOL! Black cloud….ex-wife !
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We’ve all had a few black clouds, men and women, right? 😀
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This is the 1st time I’ve seen your posts, and am especially akin to whimsical humor. However I am a bit frightened by the zucchini.
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Ooof, sorry hehe. 🙂
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A total different approach of writing,is it a poem?
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Origins lie in the online world Second Life. I own a bawdy theatre there where we put on silly plays. I used to send a notice a day to the groups as we were only active one day a week with a show. Due to the constraint of 512 characters per notice, I developed a style of a self-contained micro story each day in under 512 characters. They can chain together to form larger narratives, such as the Grey Moon story. But the aim is to tell a story each day with a start, finish and end, that would fit into a Second Life notice. Little Fears is a continuation of that notice sending project. 🙂
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[…] Black Smoke […]
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