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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