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“Transparency is toxic to my whole operation, Emmet.”
“Wily, the people are demanding it.”
“It will be the end of my political career.”
“Sir, just try being honest for once in your life.”
“Okay, Emmet. Tomorrow I’m replacing you with a man named Belial.”
“What’s the cost of believin or not believin?” asked a man from the back.
The old country preacher thought for a moment and said, “Be a good man, and life will be good here and there. Be a bad man, and life will be hell here and there. Where there is, is up to you.”
“It’s called a news reporter.”
“It’s so lifelike.”
“Model CNNFOX at your service, sir.”
“Excellent.”
“Will you be paying through our payment #portal as usual?”
“Of course.”
The ambience of the room was, let’s say, dark. Entering, the door quickly shut behind me—a Halloween ghost I imagined. Unfazed, I crossed the room where a picture hung. It was me from 300 years before, and I was glad to be home.
#VSS365 stands for VeryShortStories365. It is a tweet-sized writing game based on a specific daily word prompt on the website X. You can find my X channel at https://twitter.com/Timothy17202590
Today’s word was yet, and I wrote a story about the endless nights of bar hopping.
My lips press against hers, yet I feel nothing.
The lights come on. It’s closing time.
My lips press against hers, #yet I feel nothing.
The lights come on. It’s closing time.
My lips press against hers, and I feel love.
Please, God, let her feel the same way.
Timothy French 