Thursday, July 03, 2008

Birthright, A 100 Word Story

Milton was miserable. Hell, he hated his whole life. Computers would fry as soon as his fingers hit the keyboard. Flowers wilted as he cast his shadow upon them. Animals fled at his approach. He couldn’t even find solace in a carton of ice cream, as it melted at the mere touch of his hand.
Things might have been different had his father acknowledged him, for Milton was born into a family of great power. Alas, it was not to be due to a mix up at the hospital. Somewhere in the world a mortal was passing as the antichrist.



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