The egg began to hatch in the old wooden barn. It was no larger than a hen's egg, but something decidedly different was stirring.
A small, green, saurian head poked from the egg, spitting bits of shell as it struggled free. Its awkward motions surprised the mother hen, who expressed her disgust by jumping away from the writhing, slimy monster.
A few hours later, the beast was found by the farmer. His eight tiny arms and legs held him firmly. He braced himself for his next enemy, but the man looked around the vacant barn in surprise. No survivors.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.