Archives de catégorie : Micro-fiction

Micro-fiction 14: Cosmic Coffee

My espresso machine is psychic. When I am not at peace, it makes a gritty, sooty coffee. When I am good, at one with my world, it makes a beautiful, creamy café. It matters not if you believe me. It … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 13: Authors

And now I bear an awful burden. I will approach him. He needs to know that I know. She should hear it from him. Her pain needn’t also be humiliation in one fell swoop! I will give him time. How … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 12: The Muse

Coffee breath, whisky breath. Long, dirty fingernails. Bushy beard and moustache. Untrimmed nose hairs, untrimmed ear hairs. Ghastly skinny, he forgets to eat but not to drink. He is unkempt and indifferent. He is a genius, a prodigy. They’ll see! … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 11: Heaven

It’s a little dream but it’s real and wonderful. She gets rid of everything and moves into a room above The Dominion. She even gets rid of her cell phone. She tells everyone the plan and they agree not to … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 10: Death from above

Let’s plan a murder, shall we? It starts with an old-fashioned ride. Out of town, you and I, in a car, not so far. I am the passenger and you make the drive. Imagine. It’s lovely. Off to your family … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 09: Crossroads

She was a good girl after all and he supposed he should set anchor somewhere. He suggested a pizzeria. She suggested a café with a Paris theme. They decided on a bakery. They’d live up top. They’d be a family. … Lire la suite

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Protégé : Micro-fiction 08: Erotica

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Micro-fiction 07: Nature

Shhhhh. Just listen. Hear it? No. Me, neither. And isn’t that why it’s so perfectly beautiful? No honks, no hunks, nor horns, nor funks of the mind wondering what it all means. Not here. Not. Shhhhh. Not anything. Nothing. But … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 06: Desolation

No no NO! A little to the left! To the right! Imbecile! I’ll do it myself. For Christ’s sake! If you want something done right, do it yourself! They say. Fine. Thank you. There you go. Though you don’t deserve … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 05: Ecstasy

Thud. Thud. Thud. Boom. Thud. Thud. Thud. Best party ever. This is awesome. I’m so fucking happy! Hi! You’re beautiful! I love your shoes! Thank you! Be right back. Thud. Thud. Thud. Boom. The washrooms!?!? How far!?!? I need the … Lire la suite

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