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I look out, and see them just standing there, not speaking, accusing, tormenting. The bag with the money, and the gun lies on the bed. The reason and the reason. My head starts pounding. They are still there. The peal grows louder. Only option - apology. Break. Window. Jump.

Flash Fiction · Microprose · YeahWrite

Golden Record

‘Hello from the children of planet earth’ ‘Go Johnny go, go!’ ‘Ribbit!’ ‘beep beep beepidip beep…’ ‘Muah!’ ‘Hahaha!’ The record rotated at the prescribed speed of 3.6 seconds per rotation. They crowded around it, listening. One grunted, ‘They call themselves homo sapiens.’ His neighbour grunted back, ‘Sapience?’ ‘Sadly none!’

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The Boy

‘Daddy, that boy keeps coming back,’ my six-year-old was grumpy. ‘Why don’t you let him play with you?’ ‘He stinks, Daddy. Like a fish tank.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah! There he is.’ I looked at him and started screaming. I shouldn’t have pushed him into the lake all those years ago.

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#MicroMondays Edition 3

Namaskar! Welcome to the 3rd edition of #MicroMondays. We had fourteen entries to the 2nd edition ranging from Romantic grannies to romantic Sherlock, from lost toys to lost strawberries. It's awesome to see the same prompt being interpreted in many different ways. For the 3rd edition of #MicroMondays we have Neale Donald Walsch's Conversations With… Continue reading #MicroMondays Edition 3

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#MicroMondays – Edition 2

Hola! Welcome to the 2nd edition of #MicroMondays. We had quite the blast with the first ever edition - with the prompt 'I AM CURIOUS TOO' inspiring participants to write about cats and mice, tarrot card readers and people planning to dash headlong into caves and woods and marriages 😛 This week's prompt has been… Continue reading #MicroMondays – Edition 2

Flash Fiction · Microprose · Three Line Tales

Last Day – Three Line Tales 76

Pic Credit: Sam Burriss. Aurora danced barefoot in the rain – No more worrying about her size zero figure, no more insane workouts, no more media scrutiny, no more meddling agents and definitely no more sleazy co-stars. She was going to Homestead, Florida to become an avocado farmer. She would grab a cheeseburger first. Thanks… Continue reading Last Day – Three Line Tales 76

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers · Microprose · Trek-Tales

Not Now – Friday Fictioneers

Genre: Memoir After a grueling 8 hour walk, I reached the hanging village of Jhaka. A trekking novice, I’d trailed my group by almost an hour. After lunch, I stepped out for a smoke. My system craved for its shot of nicotine. As I was about to light up, the owner of the house, George… Continue reading Not Now – Friday Fictioneers