“Now I’m confused,” said G.
Chaos reigned. Unlikely musical compositions flourished. Worm holes could not swallow the mysteries.
It wasn’t enough that the most bizarre and irrational happenings were being described in stories. Stories were popping up in unexpected places. Stories were disappearing without explanation. Befuddled writers were perplexed about where to post which stories, and sometimes the stories seemed to take on a life of their own, skipping from site to site.
It was not only G. who was confused. One muddled writer picked up the Last Line, not of a story, but of one of G’s comments.
Chaos reigned. Unlikely musical compositions flourished. Worm holes could not swallow the mysteries.
It wasn’t enough that the most bizarre and irrational happenings were being described in stories. Stories were popping up in unexpected places. Stories were disappearing without explanation. Befuddled writers were perplexed about where to post which stories, and sometimes the stories seemed to take on a life of their own, skipping from site to site.
It was not only G. who was confused. One muddled writer picked up the Last Line, not of a story, but of one of G’s comments.
