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Posts Categorized: Micro Stories
Completing the Puzzle
I fingered the last piece of the puzzle in my hand that completed the picture, finished the jigsaw. Read more »
Why the Leaves Fall
I sat, with my arms crossed, in the ice cold cabin, trying not to shiver, trying to stay brave for my son. I could see his breath freeze as it left his mouth, but I could not see his face, he hung his head. Read more »
Handwriting
Handwriting can give away a lot about a person, their state of mind at the time, their emotions, even their intelligence. Read more »
Muddy Paw Prints
I hear the moans at my door and the scratching. They are stupid, but strong; I hope the locks are strong enough. Read more »
All Out of Piggies
“And this little piggy cried…” I proclaimed. Read more »
Do I Regret Anything?
I contemplate my life as I lay in the hospital bed. I know these are my last days. *Do I regret anything?* *Maybe.* I was bodyguard to the president before his impeachment, after that an enforcer for the mob. I guess, that is what I am most known for, and maybe that is what I… Read more »
TakeMeSomewhere: The Dawn of Teleportation
“We read about it in books and saw it in movies,” the Newscaster said into the camera, “One year ago today TakeMeSomewhere became the first company to bring the teleportation to the masses.” Read more »
2:31am
In the darkened room I approached the curtains, seeing the flashing lights strobe the walls. An ambulance, followed by three patrol cars neared the house. Read more »
OCD
I have obsessive compulsive disorder. I’m not a germaphobe or a checker, I just really hate odd numbers. It’s hard to explain, I just don’t feel right and I have to rectify it. I see one shoe on the floor, I have to find the other before the anxiety becomes unbearable. I buy food in pairs. I have two cars, even though I only use one. Read more »
Rock Bottom
I took the drugs to allow me to escape the depressing life I made for myself. A combination of bad decisions and lack of a father figure brought me here. Read more »
New Guy At Work
We have this new guy at work. He’s not said a word to anyone outside the meetings he has with his boss. He’s a web developer. He’s given a specification document, dons his headphones and just taps away. Read more »
Vanity
I looked at the face staring back at me in the mirror and sighed. Its leathery skin made me look old. The holes for eyes appeared like they were cut by a maniac; no that will not do at all. Read more »
An Unwelcome Interruption
I put my food on the table and the doorbell rang. I breathed a deep sigh and clenched my jaw. I closed the door behind me and made my way to the front of the house. Read more »
Heavy Rain
When the rains came, they didn’t yield for weeks. Gallons of water fell, turning the roads into rivers and basements into tanks. I watched from the top of the stairs into the dark room beneath the house, hearing the water rush in, destroying everything we’d kept down there. Read more »
Monsters
I tucked my little girl into bed, “Good night sweety, don’t let the bed bugs bite,” I said leaving the room. Read more »
Six Feet Under
Anxious, the man pulled on the hemp rope, barely hearing the bells ring out on the surface. Read more »
A Maze
A rat placed into a maze will push forth, choosing left and right, until it meets a dead end. Then it will turn back, again searching for an exit. Read more »
Time
Time is relative, and time can be short. Read more »
The Final Days
They let themselves known after the virus took hold… Read more »
Just Describe Him
I asked my daughter… Read more »
Tasting Copper
It’s an ancient hunting technique used by the Inuit Read more »
Hunting
A boy and a father hunt for the first time… Read more »
Footsteps in Front of My Bedroom
Not again, it’s impossible, please don’t do this to me. It’s dark, I sit up in bed, fear manifesting itself as sweat and anxiety. The footsteps thud past my bedroom again. They pace back and forth, until there’s a knock on my door; I don’t answer it, I’m petrified.
A Wish for Immortality
All my money and all my time, Immortality will be mine Read more »