This is the situation upon which Eldritch – son of Alwyn, grandson of Easchlen, Great-Grandson of that worthless peasant (who didn’t ever do a day’s work, yet always seemed to get fatter), Wyrnsnold the third – found himself pondering.
“If I eat more than Wyrnsnold, will I be immortalized in a story of fifty-five words?”
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The prompt from dVerse was to write a fifty-five word story.
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