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

He'd hiked up a mountain
in Maine, Mai one in
Japan. They met in
wonderment, brought by
the mists to an Everest
sized pyramid.

His birth removed from
the time stream, he
lingered as a paradox.
Memories of friends and
family now but bitter
lies tormenting him.

"One ship? Show me."

"Onscreen."

He never expected to
see a space battleship
powering its main gun.

"Evasive maneuvers!"

"There's always been
supers, they just called
'em demigods or such. But
life imitated art when
the comics started."

"I trust in facts; in
my hands or before my
eyes. Not fantasies."

"Place a pound of hope
in my hands, and I'll
show you a unicorn."

They stared at the
pregnant sorceress, who
yesterday was anything
but.

"I, made a mistake with
the spell. But it's a
happy one!"

"Please don't be
afraid," she said
starting to shift. "I
feel a connection to
your werewolf stories,
because I am one."

The author grinned, and
she jerked back as he 
began to shift himself.

"Oh pup, I just write
what I know!"

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