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Mid-Week Muses: “A lonely footstep brought Paul Bunyan to California…”

07 Wednesday Jun 2017

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

He ran, reveling in
freedom so long denied
him. Sirens grew
distant in the night,
and its cold rain
was a baptism.

 
A lonely footstep
brought Paul Bunyan
to California. But
there he met the
giantess Sequoia, and
romance strode over
the land.


He laughed inside the
coffin. "I'm immortal,
you idiots! I won't
suffocate!"

Silence.

"Hello?"

Explosives collapsed
the mine shaft.


"You wished on the
mystery box, to meet
your future husband?"

"Yes."

He pointed to himself.
"And I appeared?"

"Yes," she smiled.


Snow White's first
night at dwarven
fight club was a
rough one.
Fortunately, Doc was
a fantastic cut-man.


Viv touched her tusked
lips, then gently raised
a finger to his. “I hope
these don’t tangle like
braces sucking face.”

 
"Of course Kurt brings
you on your first full
moon. How's it on all
fours, dear?"

The younger wolf wagged
her tail. "I like it!"


Hate put a bullet 
in him, love kept 
him fighting.

 

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Mid-Week Muses: “The 70s were all glitz and glam”

24 Wednesday May 2017

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The lonely alley was
coated with dripping
ice in mid-July.
Partially crushed, a
sideways dumpster pined
a limp hand underneath it.


Clair nodded. "Something
changed a summer's day
into a deep freeze, then
crushed this poor old dude.
It's gotta be a super."


Asil studied the
tarnished ring she'd
found on the asphalt.
"Hold that thought: Once
upon a time, this guy WAS
a super."


"The 70s were all glitz
and glam. Before that,
we torched villages in
Vietnam, hunting communist
supers. I remember the
screams."


"You're a hero, Asil! I
was just a soldier. I did
it for a paycheck, and the
government drugs that kept
my powers from killing me."


"Star Squad was a joke! A
government PR campaign making
capes out of the least
fucked-up remnants of a
super-soldier experiment!"


The scaffolding began to
topple, and Asil reached
out with her power. A tarp
saved a man snagging his
boot as a blue tendril.


Suprised, Clair fished the
beeping, tarnished Star Squad
ring from her pocket. 

"A distress signal?" Asil asked.

"He's in trouble."

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Mid-Week Muses: “We ain’t cute, as Exers go…” (Opossum Cycle)

17 Wednesday May 2017

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I’m experimenting with something new, and this week all my musings are focused on a trio of characters and a situation from my Exerverse setting. Next week will feature a different overarching theme.

"Open up, ya need to
eat."

He weakly touched his
snout. "I'm... exed?"

Ruth lifted a spoon of
broth. "Yup. Welcome
to the zoo." 


Wiith the gusto of a
five year-old possum
girl, Molly climbed
high into the tree.
"Come up!"

Tim baulked.

"Try! Use your new
tail!"


Ruth lit the lamp and
soft kerosene light
filled the kitchen.
"Humans? Ain't many
left. Mostly Exers
like Molly, you and me
now."


Tim tugged his union
suit. "I feel silly."

Ruth pointed to her
suit's backflap, and
her hanging tail. "This
is handy, possum-boy."


He studied his old human
face on the ID card.

"We ain't cute, as exers
go," Ruth said. "But if I
squint you ain't half bad."


"Come hang!" Molly laughed.

"It's good for the soul," Ruth
smiled.

His tail hooked the branch.
Swaying upended, they became
a family


Tim looked nervous. "I've
got a, weird, double thing
down there."

Ruth's laugh was unexpected.
"Hon, possums are double
lovers!"


Walking to Tim through grass
covered in morning dew, Ruth
hugged him.

Molly groaned at the sight,
lifting her pole. "Come on,
can we get to catfishin'?"

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Mid-Week Muses: “Are you likin’ him now, Mom?”

10 Wednesday May 2017

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She touched the hovering
Panda-Pod. "You've saved
me three times. Who are
you in there?"

He looked to the hatch
release.

"Are you shy?"


Muriel watched the time
traveler devour her
garden. Unable to shoo
the triceratops away,
she surrendered and
fed it another cabbage.


Molly climbed onto the
bed in the dark. "Mom?"

Ruth cried, their possum
faces nose to nose.

They'd changed. Molly's
hugs hadn't.


The war left them double
amputees, but together they
were whole: Her hands built
new arms, and he used them
to craft her new legs.


"The Fed man's beginnin'
to be better, but lookin'
more possumy," Molly said.

"Like us," Ruth smiled. 

"Are you likin' him now, Mom?"

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