Tag Archives: Micro fiction

CCC99: The Greys. Again.

The bus trundled on through the rain, through a peopleless landscape. Where would their journey end? And who was driving this bus? Rosemary asked those passengers nearest. Had they seen? Someone called back from the front, “I caught a glimpse … Continue reading

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Behold the Beast

No prediction of the end of the world has ever come true. And there have been more than a few. Predictions of our total annihilation have been overblown. Still we are here… to witness this day. Make your peace with … Continue reading

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The Wooded Hills of Bedfordshire

“Fair maid, I espy a loose thread. May I pull it… to see where it leads?” “And where might it lead?” she asked in feigned innocence. “Through wooded hills to Bedfordshire.” “Where you’ll take me?” she asked with a jostle … Continue reading

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A Merry Fellow

George denied it, of course A merry fellow him, he said, though he seldom did smile He blamed it on his horoscope By which he meant his natal chart, not the daily prediction From the day he read that it … Continue reading

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CCC 90: Little Clogs Clatter on Stairs

Fredrik clumped and clattered his way up the stairs. “Come on, Trudie, there’s plenty of room up here.” Trudie wasn’t so sure, but she followed him up, nose twitching and sniffing. “Something’s missing here,” she said after another sniff of … Continue reading

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I Remember Well

I remember well the day we met Beside the turbulent sea With seagulls loud And wind that screamed The surf breaking at our feet Our dogs far away and chasing And your words as nuanced as the clouds 38 words … Continue reading

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Rupert, Princeling Bear

Rupert, self-styled Princeling Bear, looked with disdain on the fashionless hordes that these days crowded the bars and clubs, all regimented in their turn-upped jeans and braces, their Number 1 close cuts, their often grubby t-shirts. They had no taste, … Continue reading

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CCC#81: Johnny Be Good

Little Johnny B Goode should have been named No Good For Little Johnny never did as Little Johnny should Little Johnny B Good, don’t you go near that water But Little Johnny B Good, being at best No Good, ventured … Continue reading

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Fade to Grey

Open to blue, the day is new. Block the moves… approves. Lights. Camera. Action. Fade to grey. 17 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fade

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Rock Star Ryan With Lyrics Forgotten

Rock-star Ryan, lyrics forgotten… Yikes! Couldn’t remember the tune either. 10 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tune

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