Category Archives: Microfiction

Terrorism

You approach the garbage can with your dust bin and notice a small house fly swept up with the dirt. Stunned by the sweeping bristles of your broom, it struggles amongst loose hair and sand. You pity its weakness and think of killing it outright, or perhaps reaching down to free it from the waste. You

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Encased in You

There was beauty in her dark spaces, wavering beneath the surface like a glass of red wine in tired hand, legs crossed on this leather wing-backed chair. I saw something real within. She was a mansion consuming all of me, rooms unending and hallways leading into the next set of displays, her deepest thoughts and

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Snipped

So there’s this woman at work I’m crazy about. But she’s deathly afraid of getting pregnant and it’s against her religion to use protection. I’m twenty years into my marriage and the better half is over forty. So I tell the woman I’m impotent and get the snip on the sly. I mean she was really hot. So six months later the wife tells me

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Faster

Lily focused intently on something out the window. “What are you looking at?” asked her mother, who was driving. “A unicorn running next to the car.” “You!” Her mother laughed. “What a great imagination.” After dinner at grandma’s house, they piled back in their car to go home. Lily stared out the window once more.

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Unfulfilled Prayer

I surmised that, at least, this winter’s zephyr would remind you to get in touch with your decrepit parents, but again you remained stiff-necked not to contact us. You promised us a phone call every day before you left for your sojourn in Europe. Yet, this is the third year in a row you have reneged

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Case Closed

“Obviously, the butler did it.” The detective casually waved a hand in the air to encompass the man whose face was turning red. “Why?” his boyish assistant asked.  “Well, he dresses in a tux and is British. Plus, his little black mustache. Or is it mustachios?” “Either.” “Exactly. What more do you need to convict him?”  “I protest,

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Unraveled

Shamal gripped the fringed edge of his flying carpet, barking orders, but his chariot still plummeted downwards. A loose thread flapped against his face. He clasped the hole to stop the carpet from unravelling underneath him. The carpet slowed, and he managed an emergency landing in a grassy field. Cattle approached, and Shamal grabbed his red carpet

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