Archives de catégorie : Micro-fiction

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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Micro-fiction 04: Anguish

These photos. A party. Everyone looks so happy. Someone’s birthday. Everyone looks so happy. Why didn’t I have a big happy birthday party? Assholes! These clothes. This furniture. Honestly! It’s so pretty. Like someone tailor-made this room for me. It’s … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 03: Happenstance

Just what the apartment needed. A beautiful, welcoming, green, leafy plant. A plain but noble Neanthe Bella. A little life around here. Some company. And she spoke to the plant every day because they told her this would help it … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 02: Relativity

It was all there, of course. The dresses and the jewellery and the furs and the fancy cigarette cases. All of the beautiful things attached to the dream-like days and the smoke-filled salon where we gathered. The sewing machine. The … Lire la suite

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Micro-fiction 01: Circumstance

The bus was late, the wind was cold, the shelter was useless, but then He arrived. “Hello” was all he said. But this was more than ever before. I fainted inside. The bus arrived. I sat near the back and … Lire la suite

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