A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!
"I'm not a lame superhero?
Asil, I've got pigeon powers
and sprout wings."
The tween girl smiled. "Flying's
always cool, Ken."
Ken shouldered the fleeing
criminal, swooping in like a
"Great tackle!" Asil said.
"No, just a bad landing!"
Big Bad admired Red's new
form. The two wolves smiled.
"Come on," she nudged. "I wanna
huff and puff and blow your
"They call it Zeus: A 100
kilometer magnetic accelerator
cannon inside an asteroid, using
smaller asteroids as ammunition."
Her eyes were mystified. "W-we
were just in New York. How can
we be in LA?"
"To clarify, we're actually in
Santa Monica," Mol said.
Asil emerged wearing a grey hijab
layered over a broad, black domino
mask. Her colorful plastic arm
drew all the attention.
"... and that's why you'll fail!"
She glared at the skull. "But—"
"—Don't debate the dead. They
have time, we don't," Mol said.
Mrs. Hamilton muttered an
incantation and slapped the winged
imp with her wooden ruler. It
laughed. Then it hissed before
Amy lay stargazing on the raft,
a chicken nested on her stomach.
"I believe we've started an
adventure," she said petting the hen.
Lilly ran holding the prince's hand.
They laughed shrinking out of their
clothes, then dove as frogs into the
pond. Home at last.
He sandwiched his head between pillows,
trying to ignore the skittering noises.
Then it crossed the bed with an
"They say the eyes are a window
to the soul."
"I look into yours and see a void."
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