Category: flash fiction
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User Error | One-Hundred-Word Story
Note: This is the 100-word sequel to yesterday’s 50-word dribble, As Is. Day seven. Tom simply cannot spend another twenty-four hours in the maddening time loop. Scrounging, he discovers a book under the passenger seat of the DeLorean: Time Travel For Dummies. As the castaway scans the table of contents, his eyes widen: “What to…
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As Is | 50-Word Story
At breakfast, Tom’s cold coffee tastes days old and his buttered toast is like cardboard. The whole day is equally bland, with the malaise stretching into the night. He’s trapped, repeating the same twenty-four hours, but with no reset. Tom dreads answering the ad: “Time machine for sale. As is.” If you enjoy micro poetry,…
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The 1000th Dollar | One-Hundred-Word Story
Every morning, a woman arrives at her bank. “I want to withdraw one dollar from my account, please.” The employees assume she’s just lonely. But why a dollar? This goes on for years. Until one day, the gray-haired matron doesn’t appear. Concerned, the bank manager calls the police. Inside the lady’s tidy home, they find…
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Cedar Surprise | One-Hundred-Word Story
From inside the house I heard it, a high-pitched whistle, “Tssee.” It was soft, almost electrical, and coming from the western redcedar out front. I looked out the window and saw the tall tree filled with birds. But what kind? Walking out slowly under the needle-covered canopy, I looked up. It was dozens of Cedar…
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Real to Me | Two-Hundred-Word Story
You hear a bit of everything at a barbershop; even religion and politics are fair game. While a brown-skinned man waits for his turn in the chair, he buys a Coke from the vintage soda machine. The owner, Scottie still sells them in glass bottles for fifty cents. Juan immigrated from Mexico with his family…
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Building Around the Clumps | 50-Word Story
When I was a little kid, I loved to play in the sandbox. Unfortunately, our cats used it too. And they weren’t making sandcastles. Some families are like that: they’re fragile to begin with and occasionally the sand gets squishy. You go on building, but watch out for the clumps. If you enjoy micro poetry,…
