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~ All Too Human ~ ~ by Mike Foster, New York |
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Palms touch. Fingers interlace… One all too human; The other, perfect polymer. |
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~ ~ ~ Need ~ ~ ~ ~ by Paul Latham, Tennessee |
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She takes my hand ~ pulling me, wanting me to drive the stake into her haunted heart. |
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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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Day of Origin
by Mike
Senczyszak,
Ontario, Canada |
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What began as an oddity, morphed into reality. Fueled
by media frenzy, the phenomenon grew exponentially.
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Death Works Overtime
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Gregory E. Clifford, Arizona |
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Death knocked on
Mr. Peabody’s door, as was only polite. Instead of
opening it, the old man shouted, "I know who you are and why
you’re here, and you can’t have me!"
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Gemini Begins
by Mick
Darr Shea, Texas |
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Two long-haired twins sat back-to-back on the Zenith of a
rubble heap after the demolition of their civilization on
the planet Mercury, listening to one another’s thoughts. |
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Love Bites
by
Carla Girtman,
Florida |
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"Jenna, cool tat," I said. "The artwork is
amazing. The mermaid almost looks real."
Impulsively, I stroked the mermaid’s bare breasts and tail
circling Jenna’s inner wrist.
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Memories
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Kate Runnels, Oregon |
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"I have no wish to forget."
Lethe’s face, indescribable face, for no one ever remembered what
Lethe looked like, stared down at my own.
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My Donut, My Love
by
Michael A. Kechula,
Arizona |
Visiting an orphanage, the President asked the orphans
what they wanted to be someday.
"A nurse," said Lisa.
"A fireman," said Billy.
"A donut," said Jimmy. |
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Nintendo Has A Lot Answer For
Mark Joseph Kiewlak, Pennsylvania |
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I remember the slippery sweat feel of the controller held
sometimes all night long in the darkened dormitory of the
eighties.
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Origin of the Species
by
Rachel Van Horn, Georgia |
"This is where we came from. According to the
sacred threads found in caves of our home world, our
ancestors came out that portal,
eons ago," her father explained.
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A Picture is Worth a
Thousand Words
by
Robert Kent,
Ohio |
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"This is
it," thought the scientists as they huddled around the
displays in the NASA control room. |
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Questioning Nothing
by
Christian Martinez, California
 1st
Fiction Publication |
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A man didn't know the meaning of life. He found
himself standing, after years of searching, at the edge
of the Abyss. |
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Savior
by
Robert Kent, Ohio
1st
Fiction Publication |
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A hush
fell over the crowd. The leader spoke, "My people
like many of you my earliest memory is of serving them."
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Sunday Afternoon on
Main Street
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Francis Baker, Ontario, Canada |
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Mrs. Flitch stared down over her ample front at the
neighbors' eight-year-old, who was acting very
strangely. "Bobby, what's wrong?" |
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