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HaveTales-WillTell

Published: Jul 13, 2012

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A minotaur and centaur walked into a bar.

The gryphon, however, flew over it. And the basilisk had the presence of mind to duck.

A chimera whipped out its cell phone and dialed 911. A pegasus promptly responded, treating the minotaur for a black eye and the centaur for a bruised hoof.

And to top it all off, it turned out the offending structure belonged to a satyr, who was also a lawyer. He was promptly . . . disbarred.

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Based on a prompt for ^thorns and =GrimFace242's Drunken Birthday Bash in #CRLiterature's chatroom: write a piece of flash fiction (50-500 words) with the given prompt, in under 15 minutes — the literary equivalent of a speedpaint.

As usual, I like my drunken humor with a twist.