Microfiction: The Curious Bottle

Two scientists stood over the glass bottle, ogling it. Neither wanted to touch the thing, for obvious reasons.

“It filters,” one said. Continue reading

Microfiction: The Tactical Explosion

Technically, they did all of it legally. Everyone was moved far enough away that they weren’t in any danger. Businesses and workers and the population of the town were given fair amounts of money for their trouble—so, really, it didn’t feel like the gleeful act of mischief that Herbert wanted it to be. Continue reading

Microfiction: The House With The Small Hamper

Several families, couples, even a few wayward homeless people had stayed in that house, but they all left. They all fled, basically, slowly, yes, moving being what it is—but fled just the same from this house. They noticed the hamper, and tried to remove it, and found that they couldn’t. Continue reading

Microfiction: Advice From A Trickster

He sat cross-legged in his chair and peered over his glasses with tired eyes.

“You rang?” he said, sounding like he might laugh any second.

“I’m told you can help me with something?” the merchant said, taking a step forward.

“Oh sure, I can.”

“Okay?”

“But will I?” Continue reading

Microfiction: Private Time

It was a secret. No one could know what he did in his own room when no one was watching. He’d sit there at his computer screen, glance around and behind him.

And only when he was sure that he was truly alone, would he eye that can of soda. Peer at it. Continue reading

Microfiction: If It Pleases Him

He knew what he wanted, and thus it was. Walking along the street, the street changed for him. The place was clean, quiet—the world clattered no more. The sounds of the annoying variety had been utterly ceased. Bread smelled extremely sweet if he so wanted. And every store was a bakery that made bread, should it please him. Continue reading

Microfiction: Mic Dropping

Amidst the violence, when the shady deals were just being struck, and the drugs hitting streams of blood at the rate of a brain burst, he plugged in his instrument and warmed up his other physical one. The microphone crackled against his breath, and he sang a few languid notes. Continue reading