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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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Good Time Blues

 

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The Little Bliss

Just remember the bliss

 

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The Hotline

Do the tattoo. If you need to. 1-800-273-8255

 

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Suddenly!

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

 

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Honky Tonk Bar

We can dance if we want to

 

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Learning to Swim

Still waters run deep

 

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We Have All The Time In The World

For my lover

We have all the time in the world It is not denial But acceptance of a higher truth My eyes look upon you and know We will go on No matter what they say It is the only way to live our lives  To the fullest With each day that passes To live without seeing an end To love without crying again To laugh without doubting  And win We have all the time in the world      ...Read On

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I Am The Way The Story Ends

I am the way the story ends. I am the blackness before dawn and the midnight rage of sleepless dreamers. I am the bleeding soul and the homeless god and the condemning of an angel. I am a virtuous sinner, a story without words, the blood on the pavement, the razor blade in the bathtub, hatred without reason and love with logic; I am. I am the words of a poem they forgot to write and the ink...Read On

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Are We There Yet

The 'children' are fighting and we haven't even left.

"It’s not what it looks like," he said. "I’m not pushing. You’re the one pushing." "Am not." "Are too." "Leave me alone. This side is mine. Stay on your side." "I’m not on your side. Now I’m on your side. Now I’m not on your side." "Stop. I’m gonna’ tell." "Go ahead. See if I care." "I will. Then you’ll have to stay behind." "Yeah, right. As if I’ll be left behind." "...Read On

'Twas the Night After Christmas...

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said, frantically fumbling with the computer mouse. She smirked. “That isn’t the Victoria’s Secret website?” Failing to minimize the screen, he switched tactics. “I’m looking for your Christmas gift." “Oh? And only 364 shopping days left!” He stroked his beard and chuckled nervously, “Well, after all, I’m a busy man.” “You work one night a...Read On

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Settling In

New starts can be tricky at any age

 

Strange Young Us

A typical conversation between me and a friend.

"You got what for my mother?" Nick nodded. He turned to his window. I pulled softly at a clump of his brown hair. "Why?" He turned back and sighed with a small grin. "It's completely unexpected, so I thought, 'Hey, why not?'" "You are strange," I said with the utmost seriousness. He made a weird face and turned back to the window. I poked his back. When he did not flinch, I poked...Read On

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Ticky Prompts

The Christmas present ticked. "You got what for my mother?" my truelove said. "A Ticky Prompt Machine." "What on earth is that?" "It's not what it looks like," I said. "Okay, sweetie. Explain." "Well, you know your mother said she really hated the holidays?" "Yeah," he said. "She gets writer's block." "Not anymore," I said. "A Ticky Prompt Machine inspires at the touch of...Read On

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Smokey's Christmas

Smokey learns about Christmas.

The Christmas present ticked. It sat under the very front of the tree and attracted Smokey's attention. He sniffed at it, walked around it and poked at it with his paw. The glowing ornaments above the present shook, causing the light reflections to dance off the foil wrapping paper. As he prowled around the present, a whirring sound started. He backed away, but the sound continued. Soon,...Read On

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The Annual Gift

What if someone could come back to you?

The Christmas present ticked and would open soon. They've chosen one out of billions annually since the Code was deciphered because its power must be limited. They placed the box in my home on Christmas Eve, timer set for eight in the morning. I'm waiting in the living room now, heart thundering, unknowable sciences about to bring you back. You'll be there, naked. Alive. Every memory...Read On

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'Tis The Season

"It's not what it looks like," he said, glaring. Sandy came upon him as she skied cross country. It was an overcast, dreary Christmas morning. "What do you mean? It looks like you killed a deer. Is it hunting season?" He went back to butchering in the blood stained snow. Grunting with his effort, he finished. "It was a difficult shot. Yes, it's hunting season. Around here, anyway." "Why...Read On

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The Fragility of Age

Spare a thought for the mentally infirm this holiday.

"You got what for my mother?" "A vibrator." "Why?" "She was complaining about her sore feet." "So you bought her a vibrator?" "I was trying to help!" The wife chased her husband out of the house. He ran until he lost her, then made his way back home, once he was sure she had stopped chasing. Looking at the present, the woman realised her mistake. "Aw, bless him," she smiled, her...Read On

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The Fixer Upper

“I feel useless.” “You’re not.” “It doesn’t matter. That’s how I feel .” I wish I was a bicycle. Silly, I know, but think of it. Throw me in the back of the car and take me down to the shop and… “Twenty dollars, she’ll be good as new.” Liar. We tried that. Once you’re broken, no matter how much tinkering, you’re never quite right. The wheel wobbles just a bit. The brake rubs....Read On

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Storybook Lovers

So few words, for so much passion ....

My storybook lover is romantic, he would never hurry his sweetheart in a love scene, but tonight I want him to... "Make love to me, darling. In one hundred words or less." "Micro fiction?" "Yes." "Get your skirt off then." I begin slowly undoing the buttons on my... "Just do it, don't describe it." "It has to be sexy." "But you're using all the words up!" "Don't shout at me." ...Read On

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For Whom the Good Tolls

A Hemingwayesque micro saga

(with apologies to 'Papa' Hemingway) In a clean, well-lighted place out of the rain, the man and woman drank wine. The wine was good. They ate the testicles of a young bull that had bravely faced death in the afternoon. Both were good. Back in their room, he went to her breasts. Her breasts were there, and good. "You were good," she said. "De nada," he said, and left. It had been good....Read On