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Micro Fiction

As with our Flash Fiction category, the aim of micro fiction is to tell a complete story within a limited number of words. Where Flash Fiction generally ranges from 100 to 1000 words, Micro Fiction submissions should be under 100 words and can cover any of the fiction genres.

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The Afternoon Off

Several times a month, Pete the village tailor would take the afternoon off work to meander through the streets and along the refreshing country trails. Today was one such day. Exiting the front gate of his small cottage home, Pete breathed in the fresh dawn air. The smell of field flowers and morning dew filled the breeze, creating the atmosphere of elation to which Pete always looked...Read On

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The Approaching Disaster

It was precisely that which had been implemented to prevent the disaster which ultimately ensured it. The great minds of old, abandoned to dusty shelves and the weathered ways of some, shone beyond the populace. War to end war. Theft to end theft. Slaves to their desire, their noble goal distorted. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.  ...Read On

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Resurrection

He took a swig of the whiskey, hoping to dull the ache inside. The illusion that he moved on shattered, demolishing all pretenses he built over time. Like an avalanche, her memories flooded his mind and senses with a vengeance that could destroy his sanity. He felt her alive once again, remembering even the taste of her kisses and the throbbing of old wounds she caused. She was his...Read On

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Fearless

When fear must conquer....

He is thinking ... "Jump high..." "Free falling..." The voice in his head said. "Trust me" "Close your eyes" "Spread your arms" "Now jump!" Taking a deep breath as he follows the voice talking in his head. Taking the flange. The winds hauling from where he is standing. He jumps off from the top of the rocky cliff to the ranging sea below. Waves smashing to the big rocks. Floating...Read On

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Rose Tint

"What are you doing?" She asked as his eyes scanned over her face. "Examining your flaws," he said. "What do you mean?" "They weren't there before."...Read On

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Message in A Bottle

Being a kid, no one minds him as he collects wine bottles around the neighborhood. Every night, he carefully takes out a piece of paper and scribbles anything that comes to his mind. Sometimes a rhyme he learned from school. Sometimes a drawing. Most of the time, little stories his mom reads to him at night. At dusk each day, he runs to the shore and places the bottle on the hollow of a...Read On

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Outcast

The leprechaun sat by the tree in complete dismay, chained and cursed by his people. In their coming of age, leprechauns prove their worth to their kind by transforming stone into gold through mere touch. Each one is capable of doing it,  but the degree of purity varies. Those with purer feelings make the purest of gold. “I felt your touch, but your feelings are too strong and pure for...Read On

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The River

My grandma and I sat on the bench, watching the river. I was eight, and she was almost eighty. “You see how still the river is, love?” she asked as she drew me close to her. “The deeper the river, the stiller it becomes.” I nodded. “Be like this river as you grow up. So deep, they will wonder and be drawn towards you. So still, you reflect all the beauty around you. So strong, you can...Read On

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Rumbling in the night

"Oh please God, make it stop!” she whimpered.

She first noticed it when she awoke in the dead of night. A rasping sound which was growing louder as she listened. She nudged her husband beside her, but he didn't stir. Louder still and rumbling, increasing in volume until she could bear it no longer. She nudged him again, harder this time but still nothing. She covered her ears and pulled the pillow over her head. “Oh please God,...Read On

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It Must Still Be There

That sanctuary is still there. In the valley where the live oaks grow Scattered across the landscape of hope. Turn down the lane to where the wonderful one is waving, Beckoning as you come down the hill. Down the hill to your singular home once more. You've been here before. Been here and welcomed, Always welcome. Embraced in the open arms of acceptance, And never any regrets. Only...Read On

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Special Places

Go to that special place

This is what is always needed. The perfect place for this. Time to feel the sun and smell the earth and soak in the warmth. With a little friend sharing my space. Sharing the perfection in the air. I always need to come here. To the perfect place. When it's time to do what I need to do. Time to be as close as can be while so far away.  Time to be here. Away from everything else. Time...Read On

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Loved Ones

Ashley awoke in the middle of the night to find fifteen missed calls on her phone. Her first instinct was to wake Bill, but as she reached for him, she had an alarming thought. Wasn’t he on call last night? Ashley allowed her hand to hover briefly, indulging a momentary false assurance. Upon touching her husband, she sighed in uneasy relief as the faces of a dozen people she loved...Read On

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Black Hole

Musing from a late night panic attack

 

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Whatever The Weather

 I think of you often I care about you always If a kiss was a snowflake I would send you a blizzard A hug would be the sun To warm your heart and soul The rain would wash away the blues Because I love you so As you travel down the road of life Know I am not far from you Only a  heartbeat away And I am here to stay      ...Read On

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Tea Party

This too shall pass

 

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Fooling Mum

I could see dark blue sea below my feet and I could feel the wind press against my body, holding me fast. My mother had always told me to never lean into the wind over a high cliff, but what does she know? This was fun! Then I panicked. My arms moved backwards at an ever increasing rate before I started to fall. I could see the panic in mother’s face, closely followed by the horror and...Read On

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Gift

Precious gift our heart desires...

On the eve of Christmas day, a mother just got home from working overtime at the factory to a simple house. The dark and the silence of the house welcomes her. She sets her tired ass on the hard wooden chair, raises her feet up on a box. Looking at the white school socks hanging by the window. The wind is blowing on the socks swaying like laundry hanging outside. She opens her bag to get...Read On

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Bleed Eternal

 

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Goodbye Grandma Rae

No one said

 

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Realization

 

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Adventure Time: Drive Free, Live Fun, Some Day...

Point the car out. Out where there’s fun and adventure and no cubicles. YOLO, right?

Every day, he got into his car and drove. Every day, he was free. He could just keep going. Drive to the mountains, or the lake, or the forest, or a city far away. He could go on wild adventures, travel to exotic places, see how folks lived over there. Ride elephants, jump out of planes, dance with a stranger, read a book in the park. He could see the sun set over the ocean a...Read On

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The Least of These

"So that's it then. They produce the most so they should be rewarded, not penalized." The ruler gestured. "So it is done," said the sycophant. "But master, what about reciprocity? Those that produce the least. Should they not be punished in some fashion?" "Of course. Take a percentage of their goods and distribute among the producers." He paused. "And make of this a lesson. For every...Read On

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The Men America Left Behind

Land of the brave… home of the free? That’s not quite right, but he’s not a mind for details. The whiskey slurs and slops in his stomach like a bad dream. American flag shorts. Unemployment lines color his future. The men America left behind sit huddled in the truth of their own misery. While gold litters the streets of the coastal elites, there is nothing left for them in the Rust Belt....Read On

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Welcome to the Jungle

"Hello. Thought I might see you here." Glancing to the voice over my shoulder. Graceful Jennifer is uprightly filling the clinic doorway. "Hi. What're you...," hesitantly. "I have breast cancer." Silence...then..."Oh...," my voice trailing off. "Here's my sister, Katherine," gesturing. "I did it seven years ago," that lady smiled. Clumsily taking my hand, then squeezing my arising body....Read On

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Relantionship; Post-Trauma

I open my eyes to the harsh sunlight, proudly beaming through my window It doesn't cleanse away the dread or mundane sorrow Pushing greasy hair away from my face Walk out the door, down the steps, repressing my failure to communicate From down the street, you call my name, but in my daze, it's distorted As I approach closer to you, a grin sprawls across your face I force myself...Read On

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The Painter

When all you can dream about is to paint using all the colors in the rainbow...

She is crying in the darkest corner of the park when a gentle hand lightly touches her sunflower colored tattooed shoulder. "What's troubling you child?" Came a soft voice. "I'm afraid." Deep anguish in her voice. "What are you afraid of?" Comforting voice, soothing her. "I will lose vibrant colors in my paintings. I will never be like Van Gogh anymore." Crying pitifully, declaring...Read On

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Slow she walks

Malama (Vuto_MSK) challenged me to a Micro-fiction challenge. So I dedicate this to you.

Slow she walks, with her eyes closed, into the darkness. She doesn't need eyes to see, ears to hear or senses to sense, what dangers lie ahead. Here walks a focused girl, in a straight path, numb to distraction or the people around her.  Straight she walks, to her path of destiny, drawn to it like a magnet. She's a fragile juggernaut, but nothing can stop her. Like a fly attracted to...Read On

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The Voice in the Wind

 

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Passion

Just because

 

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Vernon hears a WHOOOOO

An owl And I get close

One summer evening when I was about 4 or 5 years old, an owl was hooting off in the woods. It was a moon-dark night so from inside the cabin all that could be seen was a pitch black empty. I stood at the window and tried with all my might to see the owl. “who..whoo” the owl hooted. It sounded closer but all I could see was blackness. I moved upstairs thinking it would be better if I was higher...Read On