“You think there is a higher purpose for you up there?” A grizzled voice coos from somewhere beyond her vision. With a fevered desperation she tightens her eyes, as she fights against the twisting shutdown that she begun with her own hands.
“W-W-Who?”
“It’s your mother, are you coming home?”
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Stories Are My Game – 50 Word Story
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
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When I read the last line of this wicked awesome vignette I was sipping my espresso… I half chuckled and half snorted. The result: espresso making its way into my nose…
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