“Heads we tackle the lake monster first, tails the #basilisk in your yard.” I watched the coin flash in the air, unsure which to hope for. “Tails. Okay, we save the #sculling for later. I’ll drive; you google ‘how to kill a basilisk.'”
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Category Archives: microfiction
Ahab in Wisconsin
“Come on, Steve, it’s your #destiny to #catch the giant pike! You can’t give up now, not since he got away last time!” “I feel like I’ve read this book before. It didn’t end well, Bill.” Steve sighed. “You’d better get me another beer. Fate makes me thirsty.”
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The Sanctuary For Mythological Creatures
I looked nervously from Lucy to my cat. “You’re not…hungry, are you?” Lucy was affronted. “I wouldn’t eat your cat! I’m a #lycanthrope, not some #soulless creature with no manners!” “I’m so sorry. I’m new. Would you like to work on a jigsaw #puzzle and have some tea?” #366FF
Anything But This
“This weekend? Sorry, I harvested peaches and I have loads of #jam to #can.” “Is that like ‘I have to wash my hair?'” “No. I’m actually making jam. I sell it. It’s my job.” He laughed. “Okay, Grandma. How about the next weekend?” “Then I have to wash my hair.”
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Retail Is A Nightmare
I heard a crash, but the storeroom was empty #except for a pile of mannequin parts on the floor. One of the hands began to #creep toward me of its own #volition. I’d always laughed at disembodied hands in horror films–I’d never have the chance again.
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Small Victories
She felt tired, beaten-down, bored with the day-to-day drudgery. Roused by the call of “Mom, the toilet’s clogged!” she trudged to the bathroom. After the final flush, she cried in triumph, “I am the #queen! May all lesser uncloggers bow before me!” “Mom’s being weird.” #whistpr
The Limits of Love
“But Sara, #love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.” “Frank, either the mustache goes or I do, Shakespeare be damned.” #flexvss
Repaying the Griffin
I flew to #Phoenix on the red-eye, hoping to avoid an #ambush, but the #griffin was waiting for me at the car rental counter, and he looked #hungry. “Dammit, Steve,” I muttered. I owed him far more than a Grand Slam Breakfast, but I was still annoyed. #366FF
Out of the Frying Pan
I was nearly out of oxygen when I emerged, gasping, into the sea cave. Dark spots swam across my field of vision, but when I blinked, the woman was still there. “Are you a mermaid?” I asked. “A #naga,” she replied. “What’s the difference?” “Mermaids don’t bite.” #366FF
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