Once I wrote a poem. After, I tore it up into tiny pieces and swallowed it, digesting the pulpy substance. It had the dry texture of paper and ink, and I felt terrible.
Later, I wrote another poem, in the bathroom. I finally came to the conclusion: my writing stinks.
Fifty Word Fiction
Stinky Writing
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I love it.
laughed at the stinky poem. generally, fun to read your stories. I am looking for markets for my 50-word fiction and came across your blog. Any suggestions? Thanks.
Not really much of a market, I would guess, for 50 word fiction. Just enjoy writing it, start a blog, and link to Fringe. You’ll get a few hits. Other than that, I’m not sure what else you can do with the stories. Unless you have a whole book full of them. Then you might be able to send them to a publisher.