Thursday, 29 October 2009

TWT 34 (in 140 characters)

He was a tristificial sight, lying in the field, his every orifice suffarcinated by a spiscious mucus; the third still-born calf in a month.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Brilliant my friend. Well done :)

quilly said...

Brilliant, well-written and totally gross! You do English better than I do!

juliana said...

thank you both - glad you liked this micro story in spite of its atrocious content.
oh, and quilly - i may have my bright moments but english will always remain my second language