The passage was lengthy and tortuous, reflecting the machinations of my concerned consciousness. When at last I arrived at the residence of my forebearer, insects of the winged variety freestyled all throughout my stomach. It was made far heftier when I opened the door and discovered my own father clutching a packet of unknown substance and cackling maliciously. He hastily hid the evidence behind his back when I entered the threshold and he spotted me existing there. But I knew the situation was dire, and it was neccesary for myself to change it.
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Pretentious Writing
Short StoryI need to use Thesaurus.com more, my writing isn't pretentious enough. - Of all the flash fiction I've written, this has taken the longest.