This is a very, very, short story I wrote as an exercise in writing a scene specifically intended to capture a mood. That scene was assigned in my Screenwriting class …
Fuzzy Wuzzy was not, in spite of the rhymes to the contrary, a bear. In fact he was a breed of dog called a "Newfoundland"-though he had no idea what …
But one day the world changed yet again, and when the little snail awoke he saw a frilly and bright yellow butterfly smiling down at him, perched upon those higher …
As the speedometer ticked over 88KPS, a flash of light blinded Henry and he screamed in terror. Joanna laughed like a schoolgirl seeing a naked boy for the first time …