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

"To read is to conjure
thought and image from
nothing. Words are magic,
and those that weave
them well are wizards."

 
"He thinks he's in
control, but really
he's just an unwieldy
puppet with a dozen
people pulling his
strings."

Harold turned on the
sailboat's radio,
vigilantly listening
as he had for months.
Silence again. The
mainland was a tomb. 

 
Crypto-Cloth pulled a
bazooka out of her tight
jeans.

Asil blinked. "How'd—"

"Extradimensional pockets."

"Now THAT'S a power!"

Titania brushed the
physicist's cheek. "You
seek the truth of my
being?"

He nodded to the fairy queen.

"Then seek the truth of
yours."

The spell cast, he opened
his closet to Aneko and
her Sunday morning in
Hokkaido. His Saturday
night in Boston closed
behind him.

Fluid gushed as it escaped
the plastic maturation bag.
Turning rows of hungry eyes
to the scientists, it's
first steps followed.

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