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3 stories a day, of every kind, all by FAQ: Content Warning: EVERYTHING. He/him Michah 6:8
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Micro Flash Fiction 39m
Replying to @marwit2112
I like that. Thanks for sharing.
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Micro Flash Fiction 2h
”Someone should do something.” ”How do you mean?” ”There's a problem. Someone should do something about it.” ”Could you?” ”No. You?” ”I could, but it might cost me later on.” ”Doing nothing might cost everyone later on.” ”You’re right.” ”I am?” ”Yes. Someone should do something.”
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Micro Flash Fiction 18h
Keith pulled another unscheduled double shift, this one until close. And he knew they’d find a way to cheat him out of overtime. He walked by a man changing in the parking lot. He was holding two shirts, trying to tell which was cleaner. Their eyes met. They both felt ashamed.
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Micro Flash Fiction 22h
”I’d rather die than hurt you,” he said, as they sat out on the porch swing that first night. She rested her head on his chest and knew he was telling the truth. *** The doctors told him he was lucky; it was a miracle anyone survived that crash. We don't always get to choose.
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 21
”Stupid autocorrect. I meant to type ’best of luck’ not ’breast of luck.’” ”I’m sure he knew what you meant.” *** ”She wrote ’breast of luck.’” ”What’s that?” ”I can rub one for luck.” ”Is that a thing?” ”Totally.” ”Why just one?” ”I bet she meant ’breasts.’ Stupid autocorrect.”
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 21
Replying to @ctrlcee
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 20
”Whether the emperor's clothes fall within the visible spectrum is confidential. But everyone knows he’s a fan of wearing things. No more questions.” *** ”This isn't what I signed up for.” ”Why did you take the job?” ”To make tons of money. And feel important. But not like this.”
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 20
"Wake up. It's time." He grabs a bag and runs after her into the dark. They dash into a cornfield as the mob arrives. Someone found out what he is. Someone always does. He briefly wishes she wouldn't pretend to be his mother. Not because he doesn't love her, but because he does.
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 20
"Don't be so pedantic. Imagination is more important than knowledge." "Is oxygen more important than imagination?" "I suppose." "Then picture me choking you the next time you use that cliche." "I didn't know you were so violent." "I guess imagination really is more important."
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 20
It seriously is. I keep looking at it.
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 20
Replying to @HenningStacey
"And that horrible act of child abuse became one of our most beloved running gags."
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 20
Replying to @MicroFlashFic
I love this so much.
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 20
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 19
Nothing was ever a big deal to Frank. In 31 years of marriage, the sentence he said most wasn’t “I love you,” but “It’s not the end of the world.” So when the angels appeared and blew their trumpets, Stella took a certain measured pleasure in watching him finally freak out.
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 19
"You're wearing 6 pairs of glasses." "This one corrects my vision; this protects my eyes from the sun; this protects the sun from my eyes; this gives me X-ray vision; and this keeps the government from reading my retinas." "And the sixth?" "Oh honey, Those are just for fashion."
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 19
Replying to @jayndowe
Could be, if that’s what it means to you.
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 19
"I get them little, 6 weeks to maybe 6 months. Then my little angels, they fly off to next room at daycare. They walk and talk? They no remember me. I wave; they see stranger. But I no forget -- sometimes I see them 16, 17 walking around -- and still I see them small, my angels."
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 18
Delia B. lived by the sea In a house of ocean foam Sailors three asked Delia B. ”Do the waves trouble your home?” Delia B. told sailors three: ”I’ve never been one to moan; When I’m the sea, she’s in me And so I’m never alone.”
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 18
Replying to @77_Dredd
Thanks!
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Micro Flash Fiction Sep 18
Professional conferences are full of opportunities to connect. There isn't enough time to talk to everyone. Ethan resolves to only spend his time on the most important people. That’s why he’s over in the corner, texting someone who wouldn't be caught dead at an event like this.
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