Tag: microfiction
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31 Days of Art, Day 14: Chickens
Everything was still empty in both directions. There was just enough of a gap for him to swing the beast around.
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31 Days of Art, Day 11: Hair
My brain started in with all the classic symptoms of overthinking my way into stagnating and giving up, and I wondered if what I was doing was even any good. Are these worth anything? Is what I’m putting out there going to show anyone that I’m a writer? Or worthy of editing other people’s horror…
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31 Days of Art, Day 5: Corrosion
Erosion was the word they used, and it was a good one—evocative, eternal, personifying the daily, deadly drip drip drip of the words and thoughts that reached out from the screen to wrap you up, muffle your head.
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31 Days of Art, Day 4: Curious
The scratch-itch-scratch over half-formed scars until they parted, revealing the moist redness underneath, until they healed over thick white tissue.
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31 Days of Art Day 3: Membrane
They hadn’t been wrong. They had heard something, out in the hallway. Was it their patient? No. Their patient was… They had abandoned their patient, left him out there with that… thing.
Rachel A. Brune 