"I need to get out of here," the shrimp cracker muttered.
A surreal tale where a talking shrimp cracker snack reveals an unsettling truth about childhood friendship.
This story was written one sentence at a time, by many different people.
Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
Read the Korean original →
Wait, the shrimp cracker spoke? I pressed my ear against the bag, wondering if I'd misheard.
That cheeky shrimp cracker. I thrust the bag toward the flock of seagulls.
"Aaaah!" A desperate scream erupted from inside the bag.
In that moment, as the seagulls scattered, what was revealed was not a shrimp cracker, but my childhood friend.
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For now this page is read-only. Participation happens on the Korean site, where each sentence is written and voted on by a different person.
For now this page is read-only. Participation happens on the Korean site, where each sentence is written and voted on by a different person.