A mini saga is a story told in exactly fifty words. The title is not included in the count.
The gas lamps cast eerie golden balls in the thick London fog.
Mary screamed when colliding with another person. Seeing a woman, she sobbed, "I thought you were Jack the Ripper!"
"No dear, just Jacqueline; but my friends call me Jack."
Smiling, Jacqueline withdrew a large knife from her handbag.
I have taken pride in writing this novel as so many people have the wrong impression on bikers because they dress in leather clothing which is to protect themselves in case of an accident. The majority of bikers are known Policemen, Firemen, Doctors,
An alcoholic, miserly attorney reluctantly defends a black man from a false resisting arrest charge. He then discovers damaging information against the cops and two cronies, and embarks on a battle to keep himself and his client alive.
