Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty
“No rules. Just stick to the word count-no more, no less than fifty words.”
Here is my entry.
Third-wave
Rosamund was born disliking two things: being ordered about, and the baffling human impulse to join social clubs. At five, she was horrified to discover that girls were expected to politely comply with those very requests. She thought, “To hell with that!”, and screamed so long that her throat soured.
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Nice one! Very stylish and funny!
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Thank you so much!
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