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~ Hunter's Feast ~ by Phil Adams |
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Warm, Red River. Elixir mine. Fangs absorbing life. Sleeping babes, human prey snatched. |
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~ ~ Park Beast ~ ~ by K. A. Patterson |
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Gay Mask Forward. Beguiling. Innocence at play. Hidden claws snag souls running by. |
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Short-Shorts![]()
This
virtual Gallery features a listing of our Micro Fiction.
Tiny vignettes of exactly 150 words ~ title not included.
They're short, sweet and complete. This kind of writing is harder than it seems.
Like all fiction, you must still strive for fresh plot
ideas, good pacing and believable characters.
These tales are perfect reading during lunch hour . . .
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At a Bar in Vegas
by
Catherine Trizzino, Maryland |
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We met at a bar in Vegas.
Her cascading blonde hair and figure eight body drew me like
a magnet. Her tail and antennae were pretty hot, too.
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Caterpillar
by
Nancy Famolari, Pennsylvania |
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"I think your
caterpillar's gonna die," said Timmy, pointing at the
bloated, green worm staggering drunkenly across the bottom
of the cardboard box sitting on the kitchen table at Bobby's
house.
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The
Conference
by Pavelle
Wesser, Connecticut |
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"Did you like the conference?" He asked her.
"I’ve certainly heard enough theories about alternate universes." |
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Criminal
Privacy
by
David Siegel Bernstein, Pennsylvania |
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The Judge banged his gavel for attention. He needed
the Court to remain focused long enough for him to finish
up. He’d already said twice that he had an
end-of-auction to catch on eBay.
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Extreme
makeover
by
Catherine Trizzino,
Maryland |
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"Being evil is great, but I loathe being ugly," the witch
whined to her plastic surgeon.
Dr. Maxwell surveyed her face—hook nose, hairy warts, pointed jaw,
and accepted the challenge.
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Meet the
Parents
by
Andrea Dennin, Nevada |
"Another one!" Mother’s green skin flushed blue.
"Erik, must you bring home every forbidden species in
the universe?"
"Kay’s half-human." Erik argued. |
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My
Master's Call
by
T. W. Ambrose, Michigan
 1st
Fiction Sale |
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I stand alone awaiting my master's call. My room is
large, with many comforts, yet I wait in the corner per my
master's wishes.
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Paper Cut
by
Richard A. Douglas, Pennsylvania
1st
Fiction Publication |
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Little Susie sat alone on a stump. It was one of
many stumps. Chain saws roared around her. |
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Sad Fish
by
Clare Kirwan, United Kingdom |
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I was driving home one day when I felt something drip on
my knee. The speakers in my car had begun to weep. |
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The Silicon Highwayman
by
Mark Lee Pearson, Japan |
"Great Ganzer, o’ ruler of the multi-verse, I want to
marry your daughter."
Ganzer slid his infinite thumbs into his asteroid belt. |
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Twitching
by
Kevin Anderson, California |
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The food crisis of the 21st century was a catastrophe
centuries in the making. Overpopulated nations
collapsed unable to feed the masses.
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Working Conditions
by Nancy Famolari, Pennsylvania |
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"We're on strike." The
rats chanted.
"You have nice clean cages and lots of food," said Dr. Pitcher.
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