100 Word Microfiction

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The other kids called them Peanut Butter and Jelly. Peanut Butter was fourteen. He was lanky with long brown hair. Jelly turned fifteen next week. Her head was bald and she wore eyeliner.

Peanut Butter and Jelly knew each other from the time they were in diapers. Their dads were best friends.




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Aimée Gramblin

Aimée Gramblin

Creativity Fiend. Memoirist-in-progress with the collective awakened and awakening consciousness. Love + Courage = Love Evolution. 16x top writer.

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