com, this page contains fiction in 140 characters or less. Monday, April 16, 2012. The enemy was advancing while his forces retreated. He opened the drawer on his desk. The gun was there, as always. Sunday, April 15, 2012. He looked at the figurine. 10 years of work, but it was imperfect. He smashed it into pieces. Saturday, April 14, 2012. He braced himself for what was to follow.

Telling stories 140 words at a time. Daniel knew about the folk lore. Was one of the oldest and richest men in their barrio. He heard that people like. Puling will never rest until he passed his sacred stone to one of his descendants. He entered the room smelling jasmin and incense. With a deep breath, I leave you everything, he said. Daniel withdrew his hand from lolo Puling and noticed a blue jewel as if engraved in his palm.