A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!
The warbot staved-in half of old 49's android face. But 49 was unyielding, defending the new mother and infant tenaciously.
Calliope listened to the whispers. "...Exer! That's what GARS does to you." Half human and cat, she sunk within her pea coat.
The thugs saw a little old lady and easy target. She saw six fools about to die at the hands of the greatest shinobi ninja alive.
Galen kicked the barrel of howling undead capuchins down the stairs. They crashed into the Nazis. "That WAS more fun!" he quipped.
The dilapidated colony ship loomed like a corpse. Beth felt the push of her EVA suit thrusters before a tug of unease in zero-g.
The archmage was unimpressed. "An elemental?" Dur grinned before teleporting. "...Of plutonium." There was a nuclear flash.
He looked at her stunned. "We're alone. How is the city empty?" The barista shook. "The shop was full, then I saw them all vanish..."
She turned in disgust from the inauguration. "That's it, all hope is gone!" "Not gone," her father said, "just harder to see."
She gagged, eyes staring past the Adonis strangling her. Heather saw the frat boy she'd so rudely rebuked, coming to her rescue.
"Yeh can't git me on shore!" the poacher taunted. The lake spirit whipped 40 years of fishing tackle at him. Snared, he screamed.
Terale comforted him. "Your injuries would've killed you. Are you unhappy as an Ent?" He held her. "No, life's a birch sometimes."
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