Micro Stories, Flash Thoughts, Short Poetry

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I am not accustomed to this kind of pressure. So I will put a wooden plank in between. But the pressure has still got to act. I fear the earth will give way and I will fall to the center of the earth. There it is all molten nickel and iron. Now my superior knowledge of nickel allows me to resist it, but the iron will cover me all over. That would have been fine, but I wish to be just an ordinary person, not Iron Man.


Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

June 24, 2010 at 12:00 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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