The archaeologists were beyond frustrated. They’d been digging for days, with no evidence of ancient civilization. But suddenly, Jack’s shovel hit metal.
“Hey! What’s this?”
He opened the container and saw a pristine series of books. Jack blew off the dust, coughing incessantly as the particles flew. Then he cracked open a cover.
The book contained hundreds of short stories, apparently written by the original inhabitants. Suspense, comedy, reflection, drama--it was all there.
“What in the world?”
Jack flipped back to the title page. “FRIDAY FLASH FICTION.”
“Check this out! I think we have a writing project--for us!”
“Hey! What’s this?”
He opened the container and saw a pristine series of books. Jack blew off the dust, coughing incessantly as the particles flew. Then he cracked open a cover.
The book contained hundreds of short stories, apparently written by the original inhabitants. Suspense, comedy, reflection, drama--it was all there.
“What in the world?”
Jack flipped back to the title page. “FRIDAY FLASH FICTION.”
“Check this out! I think we have a writing project--for us!”
