micro-fiction
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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…
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The Muse
“My muse staggers in a couple of times a week, smelling of week-old cheese, kerosene, and urinal cakes.…
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Alien School
Looks like the typical mixed-aliens class. Time for roll. “Uther.” “Here,” said a goat-faced biped. “Arek-ta-Dew.” “Here,” chirped…
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The Cuboids
“Hello” was the first concept we figured. The Cuboids – what else? – have transparent spaceships. Three days…
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Know Your Sciuridae
The two crept in darkness toward the warehouse hideout. Then Hank froze. Burt stopped. “Can’t remember the password.”…
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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