Category Archives: microfiction

A bit of blood, a bit of bother #microcosms

  Another Day, Another Decapitation ‘What do we have, Waldron?’ Detective Inspector Plummet pulled on his latex gloves and peered at the body. ‘Same M.O. as the others, sir. Drowned. In his own blood.’ ‘Usual calling card?’ ‘Yes. Fourteen rubber … Continue reading

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Superman versus the Wall #microcosms #flashfiction

‘You have to push harder, Superman.’ It was his coach’s refrain. He was trying. Only… ‘Do you want to be a credit to the Party?’ That was the issue wasn’t it? How can you run for a concept? For yourself, … Continue reading

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When The Cost Of Making Bread Was Astronomical #microcosms

 ‘Re-entry In 20 minutes. You ok, Rod?’ Rod Hovis stared at the bulkhead, hearing the beast beyond, imagining it clawing, oozing and, above all, growing. The distortion on the metal was intense. Soon either he’d have to release the pressure … Continue reading

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The Auctioneer and the Career-Ending Comma #microcosms

Philip Ribbault disliked auctioning Japanese erotic carvings. It was like waiting for the second boot to drop; as soon the artistically-crafted genitals were paraded in front of the bidders you waited for the stifled snigger or suppressed snort. Until his … Continue reading

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Life And Art Are Pale Imitations Of Reality #microcosms #flashfiction

Sage Wintergreen turned to the last page; the bedroom scene. She screwed her eyes shut. She should have demanded a no nudity clause, no touching even. ‘Ms Wintergreen?’ The stewardess, Mary said the badge, leant over. Sage settled her face … Continue reading

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How WWII made strange bedfellows of Donald Tweeb and Adolf Hitler

Donald Tweeb was weedy, disposed to bursts of irrational anger, and resembled an Austrian painter. Like many he wanted to do his bit, as long as it was a little bit. At a recruiting day a pipe-smoking Yorkshireman pulled him … Continue reading

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In Which A Possessed Can Of Beans Explodes, Contributing To The Gaiety Of Nations #microcosms

Timothy whistled. Not much of a tune and no real power but a definite whistle. Lori Perchance opened the Health & Safety box extracting the Rod and the Staff and headed for the shortbread tin. She caught a glimpse of … Continue reading

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