Flash!fiction.

We had to write flash fiction for Barkley's class in which we had to include a pop tart sitting on top of the television. The pop tart had to play a major part in the story. This is my cracked out uber-tired attempt. I apologize in advance; I'll probably rewrite it tomorrow.

( Flash Fiction: Pop Tart )

Right. I still have lots of work to do for tomorrow, but I'm tired. I'll rewrite my flash!fic and workshop the poems tomorrow. And, if I'm really lucky, I'll be able to study for my Neo-Lit, French, or Shakespeare quizzes, too.