Tag: Microfiction
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Two Sentence Story: Comeuppance
Satisfied with her work, Violeta watched from the front room window as Roxanne stopped yelling and limped away. Violeta removed the pin from the doll’s leg and put it back in the cabinet between Marjorie the busybody and Phil the racist builder. This story was written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt – 42 words…
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Short Story: Sands of Time
Death’s daughter loved to explore the shelves and listen to the grains of sand hissing and whispering through the hourglasses. Each one was decorated with intricate carvings and, so far, the girl hadn’t found two the same. Death loved his daughter. She was vibrant and curious and brimming with the endless possibilities of a young…
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Short Story: The Path to Glory
Marcia inserted the neurosim chip into her occipital lobe slot. Just 3000 more XP until she reached the next level, give or take a few hundred. A medieval castle swam into her vision, and the weight of her avatar’s armour tugged at her shoulders as the haptic plug-in came online. She raised her enchanted sword…
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Short Story: Iron-Hearted
It had been three hours since the professor had been killed by his creation, and now the man – if you could call it a man – was after his assistant, George. George scrambled up the Heath, away from the choking London smog, with the brass man staggering and juddering behind him. The clockwork mechanism…
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Short Story: No One Can Hear You Scream
Breathless and confused, the colonists assembled in the arrival hall. “Please remain calm,” Commander Wen said into the microphone, “because it is vital that we conserve oxygen. Does anyone know how to fix the O2 outlet?” A panicked murmur rippled through the crowd. “Art is the head mechanic on the base; can’t he fix it?”…
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Two Sentence Story: Rocket Man
There was a deafening roar as green lights flashed overhead, and a strange-looking man emerged from the smoke. Elton John really knew how to put on a show.
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Two Sentence Story: A Terrible Hand
I just lost an arm and a leg in a game of poker. They warned me not to play against Burke and Hare.
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Short Story: The Morning After
Andrei awoke to soreness in his neck. Grey morning light pierced the split in the curtains, casting a shadow on the empty side of the bed behind him. Unsurprisingly, Tobias had left before sunrise. Andrei put his hand to his throat, brushing away a crust of dry blood. Dizziness and lethargy tempted him back to…
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Two Sentence Story: Never-Ending Love
Rebecca stared as her husband dropped an etching pencil. ‘Your name is engraved on my heart,’ said the zombie, levering his ribcage aside. This story was written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt ‘engrave’ in 23 words.
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Short Story: Nightfall
Felix paced up and down the stationary train as twilight’s glow faded on the horizon. Why weren’t they moving? He slumped against the locked doors. It was too late; he’d never make it home in time. A woman in a raincoat stared at him. The man opposite her glanced at Felix, then moved to another…
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