clones
Why I wish I were one of quintuplets
Help teach object lesson in cloning Perfectly choreographed rock-paper-scissors competitions Road trips are always a blast Nobody would be able to trust eyewitness
Microfiction in a flash: 6-word stories
This is based on Hemingway’s greatest: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn” My own flash fiction attempts follow: This is a six-word story. . . . Damn! He’d never lie to his mistress. “Running away beats suicide,” he lied. He and his clone always bickered. “Sucks to be you,” Job said. Thousand tears streamed like…
Ironically, he didn't see it coming.