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mwm_pngA weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!

"Now I'm dying, what
wonderful luck."

"Don't talk like that,"
Alistair said working on
the wound.

"At least I'll die

"Before meeting Rik, I
thought the whole seventh
son of a seventh son crap
was just old folklore... Or
an Iron Maiden album."

"We're in the news!"

Asil wearily took off her
mask. "Like somebody's
blog? Or―"

Clair thrust a smartphone
at her. "The Daily Show!" 

The algae flourished
throughout her skin, a
symbiosis that turned her
a chlorophyll green.

Fortunately, she loved
the color.

The orderly stabs a syringe
into a bottle of Drano and
fills it. Paralyzed in the
hospital bed, it's soon
hovering over your eye. 

"I think that through myth
people remember, in a way.
They remember that we were
here once before.” 

They embraced, electrical powers
throwing sparks.

Her lips smoked. "If that's a
kiss, we're gonna light up the
night in a minute!"


Asil grabbed her by the
tutu. "Another theme villain?
You guys seriously need to get
a life!"

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