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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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An Echo in the Shell

How does a loner fit into a team

 

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Scamp's Adventure #5 Easter at the Farm

Easter on the farm what fun to be had

It was Easter Sunday on the farm... Scamp, the monkey, and her friends were very excited. They loved the holidays. They were excited about the plans for the day . Miss Emily had every animal a basket filled with goodies that they loved. She opened the front door to go out to the barn. She almost tripped over a huge basket that was holding a pair of fluffy bunnies. They looked to be about...Read On

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I Just Want to Help

This will make it all better

 

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The Crawlspaces of Life

Who's going down there... it's you

There're crawly things down there. Damp and dusty and moldy. Has to be done. Maybe a drain needs to be snaked out. Costs a lot. Maybe you're the only one can crawl through. Someone has to do it. Once, long ago, your dad was too old and you did the job. The last time you were older than your dad had been. But, still, you're doing the work. Doing dirty jobs that need to be done. ...Read On

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Tale of Howankan

When we were young children, our grandfather would takes us to camp. As we sat cross-legged around the evening fire, he started his tale of our past. Slowly he poked the fire, sending embers floating into the sky.    We waited for Grandfather to continue, restless on our colourful native blankets. He started again, telling one of my favorite stories: how we gained our family totem. The tale...Read On

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Choices

One of many...

      My sister once asked me, in one of my vulnerable, a bottle of wine, state of mind. "Who will you choose, the one you love dearly or the one who loves you so much?" "The one who loves me so much." "Why?" "Because, if he already loves me. He will love me more when the times I have learned to love him too." "Are you sure?" "Yes, why? Who will you choose?" "Me? I will choose,...Read On

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The Letter Epilogue

On that cloudy day, she watched as a black sedan pulled into her driveway.  Her heart dropped as two dressed soldiers walked up to her front door.  Little Jake all but a year old on her hip, she knew to good would come from this visit.  Both soldiers polite and talked in a soft low voice.  Giving her the news she had always feared.  With a wail, she slumped to the floor.  Even at a young...Read On

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The Letter Finis

His mind goes to a sunflower field

Three times they probed the base.   They came during the darkest of the night.  Mortars falling inside, kicking up dirt and random sandbags.  The chatter of our heavy weapons returning the favor.  Pushing their first wave back.  Once then twice as we poured our fire into their broken lines.  Then to our centre, heavy movement as their third wave broke through our wire.  Pushing deep they...Read On

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Target

Red Dot. Always a red dot. Fortunes crossed by the fate of a given moment. There was no escape for either of them. Both had a job to do, But only one would pull the trigger....Read On

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Grandma In Our Eyes

International Women's Day, March 8th

 

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May We Share

It was all she ever wanted

 

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The Letter Continues

love knows no distance

Laying under the night sky, counting stars and thinking of you. Sound of Patches, in her paddock. Dreaming of your soldier boy. You feel life is good.   Driving home from work,. passing by the protesters. Screaming how evil the war is, soldiers are killers and murder babies. You turn your radio up louder, My Imagination by The Temptations, play on. Bringing calm back to you. ...Read On

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A Game of Life

Life is both a serious and fun game.

Life is a special game. Sometimes it's fun, like playing jacks or marbles. You had a talent for some competed on the sandy school playground. Some more than others. Such as tetherball and hopscotch. She walked towards you along a street during freshman orientation. On the sidewalk was a hopscotch court. You tossed the keychain from your pocket to a square, hopped on one foot,...Read On

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The Letter

Soon my love

Just the start of another day.  Your song comes on the radio. Sly & the Family Stone. "Thank You". As you wiggle in your jeans. You think of your boy, far far away. Sitting on the corner of your bed, you read his last sentence. "I'll be back in your arms, soon my love."   ...................... Just the start of another day. You unfold her letter, putting it to your nose....Read On

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Crossing the Bridge to the Past

If we had it to do all over again

"I sometimes think it would have been a better life if I'd stayed in the Navy." A slight pause then she echoed my wish. "Yes. We would have met differently and stuff. But we would have had a great life. I've thought of it as well. We didn't have children. Would have been lots of fun. Traveling around the world. I've daydreamed about it, too." Her vision of living another lifetime. Her...Read On

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Stainless Steel Rain

Underneath the rain...

Life sometimes throws you a painful joke. You must laugh out loud to hide the tears. Some days, when the pain is too much to bear, tears uncontrollably overflow from your eyes. You can't hide it anymore from the brightly shining sun outside. Silent tears roll from your eyes. You want a garbled scream to be released with the utter pain. The agony that can only hide in the shower with...Read On

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Challenge: Linda Ronstadt -- RdW

How the singer turned the office skkeptic into a believer.

“You guys are nuts.” The Skeptic was in rare form as the four men studied the petite singer flitting around on the dim stage.   “I mean, sure she’s cute, but in a small-town high school cheerleader sort of way. No way is she this smoking’ hot sex object you guys keep raving about. But…”   The Skeptic stopped as the singer approached the microphone stand. Waited for A bright spotlight...Read On

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Drip, Drip, Dripping Away

Always remember, never forget, from dusk till dawn

 

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Challenge: Linda Ronstadt - Steffanie

He requested Linda Ronstadt, but times change. What he really wanted was something more ethereal, with symphonic, sampled soundscapes building layer over layer. And so by the time my choice took the microphone, he'd be sold on her already. He requested Linda Ronstadt. I got him Grimes. ~ The End            ...Read On

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Frozen in Time

Winter memories live in our minds

 

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Challenge : Linda Ronstadt - CuriousAnnie

Blue Bayou

"I just recorded this," the woman in a lived-in Betsey Johnson dress shyly said. Then she sang the opening line, "I'm going back someday..." How dare she sing Roy Orbison, I thought, she is not worthy. But my ears betrayed my instant judgement. Blue Bayou soared with new emotional depth, the voice rich and sonorous. I knew I was privileged to be there, to hear Linda Ronstadt sing Roy for...Read On

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Challenge: Linda Ronstadt - RuNe

  The 29th Annual Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony. The whistling sounds and applause of thousands of excited audience members echo in the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York, while waiting for the performers. Silence follows as the singer slowly walks onto the center stage. As she looks at her audience the memory of her childhood starts flashing back. Her mathematician...Read On

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Challenge - Linda Ronstadt - Dreamcatcher

As I leaned back against the bar, the crowd hushed as she walked out into the light. Finally, she spoke. “Hi. I’m Linda Ronstadt.” The crowd stood and applauded. Her smile glowing as she gazed back into the audience. Then, they sat down, leaving only me standing in the back of the room. For only the briefest moment, our eyes caught and held. It was all I needed. I turned and walked to...Read On

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Challenge: Linda Ronstadt - Gypsy

This is for Bill

 

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Challenge: Linda Ronstadt - - Ping

A legend begins after an impromptu, on-stage, self-deprecating mocking...

“What’s your name, sweetie?” The young girl scanned the smoky room's self-absorbed, faceless heads before answering. “Linda,” the MC repeated, “How old are ya, darlin’?” After mumbling her response, the crouching man asked the inattentive crowd to warmly welcome the little brown-haired girl with the big girl performing dream. Linda patiently waited for the social-drinking faction to...Read On

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Challenge: Linda Ronstadt. - Annamayzing

“They're going to hate me!”

 

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Challenge: Linda Ronstadt -- Survivor

First Lady of the Golden State

 

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Red-Eye Express

In my mind's quarry panning souls. As I fly low to the ground with obsidian night-wings. Keeping score in my journal with writer's ink. Ready to print on the Gutenberg machine. Hungering for blue eyes for my lusting feast. Posting conclusions of the little lost foal with Obituarius ink. And after the wake at the Suds and Shake, come soar with me and ever-glide. Panning for souls of...Read On

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Ungathered Fruits

Better to have loved and lost...

 

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Sometimes Missed Cues Are Okay

With thanks to Gypsy

Last night the grasshoppers missed their cue to enter. Chomp. Chomp. Daddy's tiny dancer was playing Nutcracker. She plays that game with all of the cookies that she makes with Daddy's help. They bake cookies together. So much fun. Especially at Christmas time. The Nutcracker ballet comes. Tiny dancer is a ballerina. Dancing on pointe. Not really. Sigh.  Some day. "Little one, where...Read On