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“Now?”
“Yes.”
“You're sure?”
“Why not?”
“Can't.”
“You're no fun any more.”

12 Little Words

I have been rather negligent with this blog for the last couple of months. With the best intentions of mice and those other things I hope to rectify this omission soon and have a few things planned.

In the meantime a couple of very, very short, even minuscule stories.

Enchanting

Wouldn't it be heavenly? White, blonde, vibrant black. The night? A day?

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Lifetime

The smile. An effervescent kiss. What dreams... Suddenly gone... Waiting, still waiting.

Forty Word Micro Fiction Stories

Car Park

The man in the dirty yellow, almost florescent, coat strode towards her.
“I told you: get out of here.” His breath froze in the still air.
Samantha limped towards her car.
“I'll be back,” she muttered, as she sped off.

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Buzzing

The buzzing in her head squealed, screamed; it had returned, returned with avengeance. Was she never going to escape?
Hours and a few joints later; Samantha steadied her swimming mind. Were the previous years of nightmares about to repeat themselves?

Two Times Thirty Equals More

A couple more stories with exactly thirty words.

Nightlife

There was a noise. A soft metallic noise. He gazed. Nothing. Was that some movement? The dark made him unsure. He could not hide forever. Was that noise getting closer?

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Weeping

They were arguing again. Upstairs. I listened, amused. He domineering; she feisty, relenting. Then something new. A thud. And crying. Tears so silent they were barely discernible. I ashamed, wondering.

Four Times Thirty Equals Reject

There is a form of popular flash or micro fiction that is becoming increasingly popular. These are pieces with a specific word count. Some of the word counts I have seen include: 150, 50, 55 and even as low as 12 words. Sometimes the title is included in the word count and sometimes the title has to be a single word. Obviously the title become an important part of the story with words on such short supply.

The following little stories all have 30 words exactly, nothing more and nothing less. As well as a short title.

Passive–Aggressive

“You ready?”
No answer.
“Ready?”
A distant shuffling.
“They're waiting. We have to go now.”
Silence.
“I'm sorry. About earlier.”
A door slams.
“I'm coming in.”
The room is empty.

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The Shortest Day

Home, a car park, a Chevrolet, no option other than peeing in a cup. Neighbours, a Ford, a Buick, a family in a trailer. My bed, blankets on freezing metal.

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Thirty Something

Thirty heroes wondering, seeking thirty stories to tell. Searching for thirty foes to fight, thirty beautiful maidens to rescue. Unfortunately they have been through this many times, many, many times.

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Parents

Granddad was snoring again. The windows rattled, the doors shook and nobody could hear the telly. I hid quietly in the corner. Waiting to emerge when the arguing had stopped.