Tag: micro fiction
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Honey in the Cracks | One-Hundred-Word Story
She survived on the streets of the big city: drinking out of puddles, eating handouts, and sleeping wherever she safely could. There were so many more, darting nervously through back alleys, avoiding the authorities. But something was different about this wee girl; the cruelty of a world she didn’t choose never crushed her sweet, sweet…
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In the Time We Have | One-Hundred-Word Story
“I don’t wanna wait til tomorrow,” he texted back with a shaky index finger. The middle-aged dad’s face scrunched up as deep furrows formed on his sweaty brow. Tim put the phone down on his hospital bed. He’d asked his adult son to call, but the young man messaged back, “I’ll talk with you tomorrow,…
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A Broken Porcelain Heart | Fifty-Word Story
It was lying there all by itself, next to the curb after a fierce summer rainstorm. How did it manage to wash downstream, separate from the other bathroom accessories? The world may never know. This much is certain: there’s a lonesome toilet out there somewhere with a broken porcelain heart. If you enjoy micro poetry,…
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Four Out of Five | One-Hundred-Word Story
The wrench slips on a rusty bolt, busting his knuckles into the engine block. He looks at his bleeding hand, wraps a shop rag around it, and keeps working. There’s no tool throwing tantrum. Not today; it’s a labor of love. This was his late father’s car, and the fan belt is the finishing touch.…
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A Mother’s Love | One-Hundred-Word Story
A herd of cattle grazes contently just across the fence from a hamburger joint. As greasy smoke rises from the roof, the aroma of cooking beef wafts toward the pasture. A calf says to his mother, “My friend told me people eat cows in there.” “Don’t believe everything you hear,” she replies. “They only take…
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No Coffee Required | One-Hundred-Word Story
It’s early June, just after daylight on a smooth as glass lake in upstate New York. Stepping out on the porch of my rental cabin, I hear a commotion down at the pier. “Ahhhh!” a man’s voice bounces off the crystal-clear water. I stand up to see him climbing out of the sixty-degree lake. He…
