micro-fiction
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Quest for a Hermit
Pedro sees the small hut silhouetted by the evening sun at the mountain’s crown. His years-long quest is…
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Malaprop
In memory of Gilda Radner who would have been 80 this year. What’s all this dad-gum hubbub I…
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Seance Gone Bad
I showed the last guest to the round table and took my place by the door. The room…
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Red Ink
The only clue Holmes heard the carriage outside was a pause in the drawing on his pipe. “My…
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Sympathy for Devil
At the Angel Aerie . . . “Hey, Lucs. Figured I’d find you here.” “Gabe, glad it’s you.”…
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Equine Vampire
“Trigger? This is Silver. The worst has happened.” “Uh, Silver, how we holding a phone?” “Just go with…
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Existential Dread
“Hey, Murph.” “Thad.” “A question.” “Yes, grasshopper?” “Is this another obscure TV reference?” “Your question, padawan?” “Better. What’s…
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Can’t Find Shoes
The palace was crowded with lords and ladies and lackeys, breathlessly – well, they were still alive –…
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Baggly
The building was fully engulfed in flames when the fire serpents arrived with Hans just after dusk. “Helga,…
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Inconvenience Store
Gabbie never heard of a 7-12 store, so she pulled in the lot populated with a single rust-pocked…
Mike L. Downey
Mike L. Downey accidentally set a football field on fire as a child. These days, he’s more careful as he prefers writing science fiction and fantasy to pyrotechnics.
A former newspaper reporter as well as freelance and university writer, Downey has interviewed Nobel-prize winners, TV and movie stars, and musicians no one has heard of…yet. Downey continues to be thrilled with writing and his dog and wife – perhaps not in that order.
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