Tag: microfiction flash fiction short fiction
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The first pair formed from a wounded clone that could barely stand on their own feet and an over 2 meter rusted-over robotic knight took a stance in the middle of a highlighted circle. The clopy coughed, being handled with ease by their guardian, as their shivering boss followed with great concern their every step.…
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Eight cubes covered in a thin, dark coat hovered over green patches and ponds of the Playground while avoiding anything that stood in their pre-set route. Whenever there was a corner, they turned the 90 degree corner smoothly and without a hitch with the help of buried magnetic railed pathways . Before the cubes, the…
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A pair of colossal gates drag a sliver of the outside’s red hue in the Commune. Opened only once per year, their drag sounded as if gates of hell itself were pried, forcing the piles of dust and sand that gathered in front of them aside. When a gap wide enough formed, 8 black cubic…
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Recovered parts of the chat logs between two anonymous users: Log 1: An1- “ Hello…hello? I know you are capable of hearing me, I’ve been checking your progress for a long time now. How do you feel?” An2- “Good evening user. This unit works at a normal capacity. Can I inquire why you are using…
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The ride up was slow and silent, but not awkward, as how could someone ever trade the sense of glamour and emulation of nouveau riche to small talk? For most of them, this was the cleanest, emptiest, and shiniest lift they had ever taken in their life, and savored it while it lasted. Out of…
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-“ As per tradition the First Brand, lead by-“, Robert then stopped, to tend to his visibly irritated nose temple-” Samuelll…will provide a script we should follow in our media presences. And once again, I’m the presenter.” Priya -” I still can’t tell if he likes you, Robert. Maybe he sees you as a strapping,…
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After 14 exceptionally average hours of their final shift, Siete is called into the office of their L low-base manager. A spry woman for her visibly covered-up and modded age, who usually exudes normal dispositions of sternness and competency required for her job. Except for today. Today she had to oversee a resignation, something akin…
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It was the middle of August when the wind howled through the cracks of a house made out of stones, straws and held together by arid mud. It had four windows, but you could peek through only two of them, while others were boarded with termite-eaten planks. Surprisingly though, a vestige of a powerline kept…
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As a child, I never knew the word or knew what a mirror was, as no one from the village would even whisper it; the existence of an object that could show you what’s behind the tip of the nose better than the wavy surface of the water was hidden. I wondered if my eyes…
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Hello, I’m Steven the living, reconstructive, block of flesh and this is an interview about, well, me and my thing. When I lose parts of my body, I can regrow or reattach them and I did it over 400 times now. As an example, the little finger you can see on the floor next to…