Yesterday, I posted a graphic in my Facebook feed:
A couple of other friends had posted this before, so I decided to give it a go. Every person who commented on this would receive an introduction to a novel.
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When dangling fifty two meters off the ground, the people below look like ants. The ants, I imagine, look like snowmen.
I don’t think the drugs have worn off yet.
Note: No-Draft Theater is an exercise in improvisational fiction. I intend to write short pieces of fiction only one-to-three posts long, no outlining or other preparation, with each post around a thousand words. These pieces of fiction will only go through the most cursory editing.
“Well, then, what do you really do, Dad?”
He smiled wanly. “I am a Liar, Susana.”
Note: No-Draft Theater is an exercise in improvisational fiction. I intend to write short pieces of fiction only one-to-three posts long, no outlining or other preparation, with each post around a thousand words. These pieces of fiction will only go through the most cursory editing.
The BIGGEST minutiae 