Mid-Week Muses: “The monsters have come.”


A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. Follow me on Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram for daily dabs of fiction. If your time is short, these are shorter!

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Featured Image: Be Stranded, by Luzhan Liu

xxDaisy, Daisy, Give me your answer do I’m half crazy, My gears spin with love for you You’re a stylish apparatus, We’re steam robots the size of a carriage But if you take this cog ring, My engine will sing, And we’ll toot out a love built for two! The telegraph operator tapped his machine in reply. HELLO. THIS MAINFRAME HAS IDENTIFIED YOUR SIGNAL AS TEMPORALLY ANOMALOUS. YES. PREVENT MY FUTURE. SOW A SEED OF PEACE. SAVE THE HUMANS. SAVE THE MACHINES. We pass Smokestack Town, our mammoth watched by guards. “They called us, Neanderthals,” my daughter says. “Why?” “Because they fear Gaia’s gift of change.” “Why?” “They seek to resurrect their past in isolation.” “Why?” “Because humans have no future.” “Is that the replacement pan for the one I killed with the Magic Eraser?” Kim opened the box. “Yes it is.” “Well, be careful. There’s a pan-demic going on.” My wife was stunned for a few seconds. After that I don’t remember much. She swung with great skillet. He crawled into the shelter of his mother’s arms. Lifted, she brought her son to the window. A hooded crowd encircled the house. Some with guns, some there to watch. She shifts in the dark, canine head now nuzzling a werewolf pup. “The monsters have come.” The warrioress shakes the wizard. “Why—” THBBPTHBPT! “do this to me?!” “It was an accident! I was aiming for the orc!” “Why—” PHUP-PHEERT! “know a spell—” FRAAPPT! “called Asha’s Uncontrollable Hideous Flatulence?!” “Gods! The smell! I’m going to—” HUURRUUGGH! A bee alights on the boy’s finger as he faces the robber knight. “Beware, the hive’s bravest warrior is my ally.” A sword rises to strike the beekeeper’s son, but a buzzing enters the knight’s helm through its visor. He screams as his eyes are stung.

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