Merry Christmas, Nemo
A 50-word "dribble"
The Cyclops looked for his men, but they were nowhere to be found. “Nemo!” the monster called out to Odysseus from his cave. “I’ll catch all of you, Greeks.”
“What about your present?”
“What present? What trickery is this?”
“Look behind the rolling rock. For you. A Beta Beta gun.
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Comments (7)
amazing story
Hahahahahhahaha that was brilliant!
lol, love this
Ha. That was great.
This is such a fun twist on the classic Cyclops story! I love how you’ve added a modern, almost sci-fi vibe with the "Beta Beta gun." It’s playful yet still captures that clever Odyssean wit. 👀✨ Curious to see where the Cyclops’ confusion takes the story next!
Very interesting dribble, lol
Lol I don’t remember this line in The Odessy, but this is fantastic! Great work!