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8-21-16 Micro story (prompt word: chips)
One-eyed Bobby eyed Daryl the Mean with his one good eye. “Are you ready to cash in your chips?” He drawled over the cards in his hand. “Nope,” Daryl picked one up and stuffed it in his mouth. “But I’m ready to eat ’em.” “Mom!” One-eyed Bobby removed his makeshift eye-patch. “We’re gonna need more […]
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8-20-16 Today’s Micro story
The alarm rang through the decks of the ship and broadcast out toward the other ships in the fleet. “Retreat! I repeat Retreat,” N’ahara cried into the intercom. “Bring your ships around to the dark side of the moon. We can still win this!” “Who is this?” The voice commanded in her earpiece. “Ensign N’ahara […]
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8-19-16 Micro Story
Mr. Carruthers stamped the final page with his office’s official seal. “Okay, we are finished,” he announced. “I got it? I got the patent?” Ms. Sampson knocked her bonnet askew in her excitement. “Yes, you do. But if I may, no one will ever buy it. There’s no way anyone will trust a machine to […]
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Our Bodies: How about we celebrate instead of shaming.
Fair warning: Rant imminent. “You would be so pretty if only you would lose some weight.” “You have such a gorgeous face. You would be stunning if you lost some weight.” “Being so heavy is unhealthy for you.” “You are a fat cow,” (this last was said to me by my parents, many times). I’ve […]
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8-18-16 Micro Story
“Woo HOO! It’s a real party van,” Marigold shimmied a victory dance around the ancient VW Westfalia. “It’s not,” Josh replied. “Not yet.” He grabbed a can of scarlet spray paint from the garage and sprayed, “Make Love, Not War,” across the side. He stepped back and nodded in satisfaction. “Now, it’s a real party […]
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8-17-16 Micro Story
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Taylor ran down the isle towards the black proscenium stage of the darkened theatre. “Better late than never, I guess” Mariah studied him over her copy of the script. “Can we get started?” “Sure, let’s start with the love scene.” “I’m so not kissing you today! You were late, and I’m pissed […]
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8-16-16 Micro Story
“Are you locked into your course of action or do you have any room to maneuver?” Shartsom undulated its appendages to illustrate its words. Captain Jeremiah Johnson paused mid-stride on the deck of the USS Healms. He gazed at the Merrunian through slitted eyes. “I have wiggle room,” he replied. “What do you recommend?” “I […]
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8-15-16 (60-second story)
“Want some candy little girl?” Mark waved a Godiva chocolate with raspberry swirl in front of Sharon’s dirt-smudged nose. “Yes, but not the kind you think,” she lowered her eyes to his full lips. “Um, I thought we, you, decided you wanted to be just friends” he stammered as she moved close and tangled her […]
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60-second story 8-14-16
“The Hermit card in the tarot deck means you are alone, but you must try not to be lonely,” the fortune teller placed the card at the top of the array of cards in front of her. “Yeah, well, the Hermit card is full of crap, and so are you” Ally snapped. “Because I am […]
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8-13-16
“And one time at band camp …” Sherry singsonged the movie line as they shed the last of their camp counselor uniforms and tumbled to the soft grass. “Seriously? You’re quoting ‘American Pie?’ Now?” Justin shifted position and craned his neck looking for any prying camper eyes. “Hey,” Sherry wrapped her legs around him and […]
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