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

The slave girl was mute
but literate, a librarian
silenced by barbaric
surgery. She and the scribe
fell in love through notes.
"We're almost surrounded."

The parking lot squirmed
with pigeon sized
caterpillars flicking
deadly stingers.

"It's risky, but run!"
"They submitted the task
of saving the environment
to an A.I., its covert
solution was the virus
that culled 99% of us."
"I'd given the car a
jump with my power, the
cop didn't need to stop.
He didn't. He got out as,
as the truck... I saw
him die."
“It was scary, but it
was kinda like an
adventure... you know,
monsters and dungeons
and stuff.”

"Why wait? Let's see
the movie!"

"A real date?"


He studied her calico
face, then bristled
his whiskers. "Okay!"
The translucent blonde
opened her arms to him.
"We're ghosts... Willful,
persisting souls made
manifest. But now we're
not alone."

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