Tag: flash fiction
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Warm Reception | 50-Word Story
Note: This is the third installment in Tom’s time-travel saga. Read Part One, As Is, and Part Two, User Error. 2026 BC: when the DeLorean exits the space-time continuum, Tom narrowly misses a group of sleeping sheep. Terrified, the Armenian shepherds get the flock out of there. Mister hapless time traveler now has only minutes…
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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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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,…
