…and on the 8th day, micro fiction was published on some dude's blog.


The bouncer held out his chubby hand in a “stop” motion as he hooked the rope back up, blocking the line.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa–not so fast. I’m gonna need to see some ID.”

Grover reached into his fanny pack, pulled out a big green foam capital I and a big purple foam capital D and held them up to the bouncer.

The bouncer looked at them and cracked a smile. “OK, that’s funny. You’re in.”

He unhooked the rope and waved Grover towards the entrance.

Grover placed the letters back in his fanny pack, looked at his reflection in the club’s mirrored wall, and adjusted his Super Grover helmet and cape.

Works every time, he thought. He turned and headed towards the pulsating music, moving spastically to the beat.


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