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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 Autumn

Changing seasons...

On his morning walk into the woods He saw his bench  A girl sat alone on it Looking at nothingness. His heart felt heavy Taking a seat next to her He smiles and says hello And offers her his coffee jug Why is autumn sad? She says looking at the falling leaves He looks at the leaves blowing in the wind It is not sad It is the most colorful season Next to Spring Autumn is my favorite Except...Read On

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When The Last Leaf Falls

Who wil be there

 

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Never Without You

There you are I’ve found you. I knew you wouldn’t be far. For a moment there I thought I had lost you. Tears welled up in me and my emotions – uncontrollable. In a brief moment of time I saw you lying there; my whole body in denial and the doctor’s shaking their head. One nurse didn’t give up. “One, two, three - breathe.” The doctor led me into a waiting room. Then when I hit the...Read On

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Serial Killer

What's in their minds...

Inch by inch I will eat you, till your bones are showing. This will not be torture, you won't feel pain. This will be an easy death. Am I a serial killer? Want to know about me? Well I am the only one who can save you from falling off this tree, that you keep hanging from. Soon I will have wings to fly so I can keep on feeding from creatures, other than what I can eat out from you. I...Read On

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Picnic

keep on smiling...

The water is calmly flowing in one direction like a river. The storm from last night is now a drizzle. Everyone is having their hot coffee to stop the chill from the morning dew. She can smell their neighbor's breakfast, a toyo (dried fish) and garlic fried rice. Her mother is cooking their breakfast, an arroz caldo (rice porridge) with lots of fried garlic and hard boiled egg. Giving each...Read On

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The One Still Here

She's the one who has to grieve

 

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Killer

Looks could be deceiving...

Escaping away for dear life. He keeps looking back, checking if anyone is after him under this forest trees. The sun is blazing hot. Tired from escaping, he stops by a flowery rock to rest.  He sees one big flower enough to hide and walks towards it, while talking. "You're one big beautiful flower aren't you, very unique too. I bet you can hide me inside your petals" He gets inside...Read On

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The Visitor

Often, we only want someone who will listen...

"You're early today, sweetheart," she said She didn't notice time passing by with him. He will kiss her hand before leaving.  The next day she waited ... Sitting in her usual seat with her coffee and donuts. She found him early one morning, licking her display glass window from then on they eat donuts together. She will talk and he will listen. She will be happy the whole day after he...Read On

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"Go to Guy"

The only compliment one ever needs to hear

 

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Micro-fact

Laugh? I almost broke a rib!

 

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Dinner Time

It will get better

 

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What Is It Good For

Absolutely nothing

 

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Housing Shortage

Hunting for a new apartment is a hassle for everyone

 

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The Tram

Now she always walks to work.

 

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The World Has Bigger Problems

Who likes Johnny Mathis?

 

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Suddenly!

Was it just lurking, waiting to take me by surprise?

 

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V2

When she awoke she was alone.

 

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Same Thing, Isn’t It?

Humorously found in translation...

My daughter recently ran off a playful string of inarticulate sounds and noises, and then asked me if she had said anything. Did what she just say have any meaning? I informed no, and said it was just gibberish. “British?” she proudly queried. “I can speak British?” “No,” I corrected. “You spoke nonsense. Gobbledegook. Gibberish.” She devilishly grinned, “Same thing, isn’t it?” I’ve got...Read On

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Honky Tonk Bar

We can dance if we want to

 

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The Death of G-Man, Say it Isn't So

I wasn't raging my attire was making me cranky. The Glad lady shows poor manners and tries to undo my dress or so I thought. What is she doing? Through the haze that lingers in the air, I see my beloved fall to the floor. This can't be the end! "Sergeant do something! Zip up, do your job, call for help and arrest her." I continue to sob and not rage. But miracles do happen. I see my...Read On

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Straining

A man has to do, what a man has to do.

It's hot out. The sun was blazing. Not ten minutes into the journey and it broke down. Now I'm on foot. Sweat dripped from my forehead. Cars passed me by. They honked and waved. Do they stop and help? Oh No, they just drove by. Some laughed at my situation. I had to press on regardless. She had to have it. So I got it for her. Now I'm stuck. The journey must be completed. A...Read On

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Strained

The wires screeched in protest as the strain on them pushed them towards their limit

The wires screeched in protest as the strain pushed them towards their limit. There was nothing she could do but cover her ears and wait as the unbearable cacophony built to a terrifying crescendo and then... it happened! The strain on the wires became too much and with a fearsome twang the first one failed and whipped back, released from its torment. She waited, the silence deafening,...Read On

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Death Of A Garbage Man, Or Is It?

It happened at Rump's Bar one Friday night...

Only looking for bar-found cuddles, I now clutched my throat. I’ve been shot! Reaching to plug my wound, I felt a pointy stick protruding from my juggler vein. “Oh Lord, why?” I gurgled to the heavens. “I’ll never again perform in the world-renowned, Garbage Man Circus!” Dizzy and weak, I dropped to my knees. Gill’s crying. Recycle Man’s recycling. Compost Boy's composting. Orange Bag...Read On

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Pretty Feet

It's never too late for some things

 

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Never Trust a Barkeep- Bag Lady, G-man And Brolly Dolly’s Friday Night Continues...

Is the Landlord of this filthy establishment all he seems?

Acting on impulse; farting to temporarily stun the Sargent, I pluck a cocktail umbrella from the raging woman’s dress. Impromptu dart blowing weapon fashioned with the pink straw. My jaw set as I look for my target.  I only came to pay homage to the fashionista of my dreams and Rumple is the only one who knows the truth. The bloody snake! He hit on me, showing off Coma and...Read On

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Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags, Fashion Empire

Glad lady, inspector, a blond southern belle, no one can stop me from exacting my revenge. Over intense fiery thoughts I hear a yell. "Gill it's him" It's Recycling Man our arch nemesis. G-man and I built a completely green fashion house. Dumpster diving, scavenging for materials had led us to design our "green" creations. Recycling man and Compost Man hated us. They sued...Read On

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The Garbage Man Tries To Save The Day

It happened at Rump's Bar one Friday night...

Chaos. I just wanted snuggles. Everyone knew, any garbage man worth his weight in refuse, was a cuddler. But something wasn’t right. I smelled it. Then, just like the silent, noxious plume Rump regularly shared with us from behind the bar, it hit me. That’s no fashion inspector. That’s my arch nemesis, Recycler Man, and his sidekick, Compost Boy. I’d recognize their disguised, odorless...Read On

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The Inspector Debagged — Blonde Southern Belle Comes To The Rescue

Sergeant, what are you doing with that orange bag over your head?  I told you to cuff them, not muck about!, And ... O my god, that woman’s hardly got a stitch on — cover her up with a black bag someone — and as for you Cocktail Dress Lady, haven’t you got a home to go to? Hey, what’s going on? You, Blonde Southern Belle, stop fiddling with my belt this minute. O sh... my trousers, give...Read On

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Inconsequential Garbage Man Nonsense For “Bags”

 

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Cocktail Umbrellas and Garbage Bags, The Inspector Arrives

Looking closer, I realize who shambling man is. My ex, G, Garbageman. I should have known. He never could resist anything in polyethylene. I stand up, adjust my cocktail umbrella "dress", ready to confront that no good ex-garbageman. I'm about to grab his arm when I see the Glad lady has returned dressed in an orange bag. That was always our color. Ready to tell him what I think,...Read On