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Tag Archives: microfiction
The Fugitive – Anurag Bakhshi #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z #writephoto
“Hi Mom.” “Hi Stuart, how’re you doing baby?” “Errr…actually, I’m slightly busy right now Mom.” “Too busy to talk to your old mother?” “Of course not Mom, don’t say like that. It’s just that I’ve just got my first case.” … Continue reading
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Tagged amwriting, atozchallenge, Crazy, creative, creative writing, Fan Fiction, flash fiction, funny, Hulk, Humor, humour, mad, microfiction, nonsense, short story, writephoto, writing challenge
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Omphalos – Jane Dougherty #writephoto
The omphalos of the world slowly fills with water. Rainwater collects in the sacred stone, and though animals and birds drink from it, the sun evaporates it, green growing things siphon it, the level rises inexorably. If the omphalos overflows, … Continue reading
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Tagged microfiction, myth, omphalos, short story, writephoto
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#writephoto: Unexpected difficulties – Jane Dougherty
Ellie blanked out the voice of the guide as he droned on, and gazed down the empty nave. Rows of columns strode up and down, and disappeared into the shadows of the transept. Where the altar and the choir stalls … Continue reading
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Tagged flash fisction, microfiction, mystery, short story, writephoto
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#writephoto: Temple – Jane Dougherty
She hated stately homes with a deep, visceral loathing. Ordinary people paying to trail open-mouthed around the set-piece rooms of some aristocrat’s family pile made her want to vomit. Didn’t they realise, she asked herself, that this kind of excess … Continue reading
#writephoto: Snow giants – Jane Dougherty
Once it was a land of rich meadows, but the mountains are cruel. Each winter the snow giants hurl tempests of ice and snow into the valleys and the meltwater floods the plain in spring. The meadows are full of … Continue reading
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Tagged #writephoto, fantasy, microfiction, myth, short fiction
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#Writephoto: The Rose Room – Jane Dougherty
She peered through the cloudy glass. “They didn’t look out of the windows much, did they?” Light entered the room, transformed by the thick glass and hatched by the leading. It was light that entered, pale and wintry, not sunshine, … Continue reading
Thaw #writephoto Joelle LeGendre
Watching traffic from our picture window on Christmas day, a tepid breeze trying to tease the mercilous sun, I asked my mother, “What is snow.” “Where did that come from,” she chuckled. “Daddy and I saw White Christmas on TV.” … Continue reading
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Tagged altitude sickness, microfiction, mountains, prompt, snow, writing prompt
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#writephoto: Box – Jane Dougherty
A concrete box on a rock, that’s all that’s left and the tide that goes neither up nor down because there’s no moon and no currents and no reason any more. The concrete box doesn’t complain at the lack of … Continue reading
