I can’t trust it. I can’t take that risk. It’s come too close before. Once my date says she needs to go use the restroom, I already know it’s over for her. The door closes behind her and I’m up. My silverware clatters and my chair falls over. It’s a subtle noise on carpeted floor, but it’s enough.
Tag Archives: Microfiction
Microfiction: Microfiction
“Alright,” Brandon Scott said, sitting down at his desk, “what am I going to blog about today?”
His laptop turns on with a flash of light, and he clicks away a few pop-ups. After a moment, he reaches for his phone and pulls up his favorite playlist.
“Well…I haven’t done a micro fiction in a while.” Continue reading
Microfiction: Sacrifice
“I wonder if I’ll taste good?”
It inches closer, coming out of the underbrush. Its hulking body sloshing and pooling on the ground.
“They told me he likes heavier bodies, but I don’t know.” Continue reading
Microfiction: One Of These Men Isn’t Human
“Did you see what that thing did to Charles? No one leaves this room! It could be anywhere!” The man shouted, holding a laser rifle in his hands.
The other three looked at each other. One slicked back his hair, before holding up a placating gesture.
“Okay…okay, look…put that down. We should be safe in here.” Continue reading
Microfiction: Subtext
This is a tale, told only in dialogue and thought.
A tale called:
Subtext
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“How are you doing?”
How do you think I’m doing?! You cheated on me Janet, you ripped my heart out and stamped on it.
“I’m fine.” Continue reading
Microfiction: My Stress
In fiction, the conflict is not always external.
My Stress
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I know a monster, and its name is stress. I know it like a friend, like a lover. Continue reading
Microfiction: Revenge, Served Warm
Sometimes, a story is short.
And sometimes it’s micro.
And sometimes it’s called:
Revenge, Served Warm
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The fire starts with her eyes, and travels along her face. Eating, always eating. Crinkling, the paper folds. Crackling, the paper burns. Smoke covers the picture, and the edges come together, and the air tastes acrid. Finally, he drops the remains. It spirals down towards the table’s edge, still being devoured. Nothing touches the ground, and it spills into the air. Continue reading
Microfiction: Midnight
Don’t look out your window.
This story is called:
Midnight
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You can’t see me, but I’m there. Continue reading
Microfiction: Games
My first attempt at the infamous “second person perspective” writing style. It’s set in the same universe as my previous microfiction: “The Other White Meat.”
It’s a story of contests and stakes, simply titled:
Games
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The game has only just begun. Continue reading
Microfiction: The Other White Meat
DO NOT READ THIS!
The story contained below is the darkest, most morbid thing I have ever written. If you’re at all squeamish, or easily disturbed, do not read this story. Go somewhere else! There are tons of other articles out there. Go look at one of those.
You were warned…
The Other White Meat
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As the blood of his youngest-born child lapped at the edge of the pot, he wondered if he had made the right choice. Continue reading
Microfiction: Writer
A microfiction that describes the process I went through to write this microfiction. A self-referential piece called:
Writer
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No words, no words. I have no words to describe it. I just have this burning feeling like I’m wasting time. Continue reading
Microfiction: Theory
I have been listening to quite a few theological debates lately and this story just sorta sprang from my head.
I hope you enjoy it; this microfiction about reality, simply titled:
Theory
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I want you to understand that what I did was strictly for science. Perhaps with these last words you might understand that I was not motivated by hubris, but by genuine curiosity. Continue reading
Microfiction: Soldier
Another microfiction, submitted for your approval.
A tale of guilt, called:
Soldier
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The problem with the dead is that they can’t tell us how it felt. Continue reading
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
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