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Rain Day
50 Word Story | Bite-sized flash.
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The Needle's Eye
Flash Humor | Declan Copperfield arrived before ivory gates inlaid with mother-of-pearl at quarter to three on a Thursday afternoon.
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Mother
Microfiction | I am crooked shadow beneath gnarled, ancient boughs. I am breeze whispers, languid and lonely over hollows.
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Golden Hour
Drabble | Melted honeycomb rays drip, sizzle, drip on sunbaked limbs. Our muscles ache from a day adrift.
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Two Drabbles for Winter
Microfiction | I wake. Separate. Alone. A self. My first breath curls a fearful vapor. I am cold. Heavy. Falling.
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Squatch
Microfiction | He strolls the pines, woolly arms akimbo. Broad feet pressing legends in the clay.
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Of Crows and Crusaders
Micro Horror | "Feathers." The boy squats low in russet clay raked into a squalid mound beside the toppled village gate.
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Sylva and the Devil
Microfiction | Night bends her misty arms about the wizened oaks. Cricket song and cicada drums stir fireflies to dance among emerald shadows.