Flash Fiction: Alcohol/Nicotine/Caffeine

“We are not real living beings, you know,” Caffeine said, then jerked his head to the side, looking at the door to the room.

“Yeah—but it doesn’t much matter. It’s nice being as we are, at least,” Alcohol said, and sat down on his chair. He stared up at the other two and smiled goofily.

“It matters a little bit,” Nicotine said, parting back his ginger hair. “I, for one, like to be flesh.”

“Oh, well…so do I, but that does not mean that we are.” Caffeine’s words came out rushed and flowing—like he had rehearsed it, but not well, and was trying to get them out as fast as possible before he forgot.

Alcohol laughed. “I did not get that at all.” Continue reading

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Microfiction: Alcoholic

So far I have only been writing flash fiction on this site, but today I present my first foray into it’s much more concise cousin: Microfiction

What is microfiction? Well, I’m glad you asked:

It’s a subset of flash fiction—those super short stories typically told in 1,000 words or less. Definitions vary, but for the most part, microfiction is any story told in 300 words or less, and could even be as short as a few words.

Gayle Towell, Litreactor.com

And so, here’s mine. It’s short, it’s somber, and it’s called:

Alcoholic 

The glass is full of amber, and his eyes match it. Continue reading