Tag: Micro Fiction
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SHE SECRETLY HOPED
She secretly hoped they wouldn’t find them. Why else would she have hidden them so deliberately? She put on a brave front, pretending to enjoy the hunt. It’ll be fine, they told her. Everyone else was doing it. The stash of pills was duly discovered. Her addictive personality was defenceless. Written as part of #MicroMondays,…
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FLAT-PACKED
Archie stared in puzzlement at the leftover screw and nut. He scratched his head. He checked and re-checked the instructions. He was sure he had done it correctly. With a crash, the room folded flat around him. Damn these new flat-packed houses. Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by Varad over at Loose End Of…
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GOOD AND BAD DO EXIST
Good and bad do exist, but rarely are they black and white. The man was guilty of murder. Samson had no qualms about arresting him – the law was the law – but was he a bad man? He had reacted the way most fathers would. An abused child is a bad thing. One less…
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BUT THERE WAS A CRIMINAL
He felt broken. Battered. Alone. No one believed him. There was no body. But there was a criminal. Out there. A murderer. He was sure of it. Someone had to deliver justice. Him. Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by Varad over at Loose End Of The Thread. For more information and to join in…