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Microfiction and More are stories that are less than 300 words. They are meant to move a reader fast to some emotion.
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Stories that fall under 300 words meant to turn your head, force a smile, and if possible draw a tear. Friday, November 27, 2015. She stretched in front of the window, a dark silhouette, sexy and long. I never made love to a stranger before," she said not turning away from the open air. I happen to be your insurance man. We consider ourselves part of your family," he said. Well that is kind of disgusting," she laughed. Mplimentary beer at her and she kicked at him utilizing all of her gym lessons. She sa...
Microfiction and More: Rebirth of a Harlot
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Stories that fall under 300 words meant to turn your head, force a smile, and if possible draw a tear. Tuesday, December 8, 2015. Rebirth of a Harlot. I know that the Lord hath given you the land, and that your terror is fallen upon us. The Lord, your God he is God in heaven above, and in earth beneath (Joshua 2:9-11). She was a Harlot; a term that defined her, and after each man she felt less human. But the. Choosing good. She inspired many to believe; she became a hero. View my complete profile. Such a...
Microfiction and More: The Spilled Apple Cart
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Stories that fall under 300 words meant to turn your head, force a smile, and if possible draw a tear. Monday, November 30, 2015. The Spilled Apple Cart. The child felt fine though even safe; he gave away apples to the worst criminals and poorest ju. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow Us We Appreciate It! Cookies and Counter Tops. I Just ordered a jumbo sized pack of Oreos from Amazon Prime.what a time to be alive! He sat on their custom made turquoise g. Such a Lovely R...
Microfiction and More: The Workman
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Stories that fall under 300 words meant to turn your head, force a smile, and if possible draw a tear. Monday, November 16, 2015. He spent the morning preparing; a careful shower, thoughtful shave followed by a light application of aftershave to prevent bruising, powder applied gently, softly. His clothes laid out meticulous, the thick woolen multicolored heavy shirt and even brighter the jacket, his jeans those of a laborer, long bright red woolen socks still smelling of fabric softener,. Such a Lovely ...
Microfiction and More: Unheard Songs
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Stories that fall under 300 words meant to turn your head, force a smile, and if possible draw a tear. Sunday, November 22, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Follow Us We Appreciate It! Cookies and Counter Tops. I Just ordered a jumbo sized pack of Oreos from Amazon Prime.what a time to be alive! He sat on their custom made turquoise g. Well, new hairdo, red lining in your jacket, peach ice cream, I declare this is going to be quite the evening,he smiled at his a. Songwr...
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Tomato | another train metaphor
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Trying to get it write. August 16, 2016. August 16, 2016. There on the vine, the tiny red ball has grown. Despite time and drought, it is there, hanging. But small and misshapen. Clinging in the mist and rain. To the home that grew it. The vine that was deliberately placed and cared for. The flower that opened and turned. Ready, but not ready. It hopes, yearning to be the desired one,. Cupped in a hand that could easily crush it. Wanting the touch, but loving the vine. Paused between for just a moment.
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Cascade | another train metaphor
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Trying to get it write. January 24, 2016. January 26, 2016. Yesterday, while I stood in my kitchen,. Deeply inhaling the steam. From the just-opened dishwasher,. That had, somehow,. Into my grandmother’s kitchen,. I stared into the racks, breathing. While my mind conjured the yellow tiles,. White metal cabinets,. And apricot preserves,. On a fresh Irish scone. And in that moment,. I wondered. Somewhere,. In the whatever is Beyond,. Was my grandmother also transported. On that blast of steam,. Follow anot...
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Octopus Growls | another train metaphor
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Trying to get it write. January 5, 2016. January 22, 2016. I just learned, today. While perched on a stool. For enough time to pass. Before I could soap down, rinse, and dry. Today I learned that an octopus growls. Today the yellow fish is,. She is too small to fly. She needs wings,. While I’m impatiently waiting for tub to drain. Nichole M. Dulin. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). I was just reading.
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Submarine | another train metaphor
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Trying to get it write. August 17, 2016. August 19, 2016. I know it is leaking. I am trying to ignore it. Exactly how fast does a person drown? It’s probably not that bad, I tell myself,. As I steer further offshore. It was watertight yesterday. Last week a crack appeared. Once, before, I replaced the glass and. So I didn’t worry. But last week a crack appeared. And because it was directly across my vision,. I picked at it,. Like a child with a bug bite,. Like my grandmother with a stain on her shirt,.
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Grieve now | another train metaphor
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Trying to get it write. December 28, 2015. December 28, 2015. You should have it out now. Mourn, keen, cry. When Steinbeck killed him,. You didn’t know it was coming. Though he did it eighty years ago,. The mercy is fresh. The murder is fresh). That’s how it is now, for you. This news, this death is fresh,. Though the body is cold,. The pain still pulses. Nichole M. Dulin. One thought on “ Grieve now. December 29, 2015 at 8:05 pm. Woah—hauntingly beautiful—FULL of Meaning………. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Apocryphal Defenestration | another train metaphor
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Trying to get it write. March 15, 2016. Throw it all out I say. Everything must go today. This and that, that and this. Say goodbye with a kiss. You don’t need it,. You never did,. To cling to things,. Is to be a kid. There’s little you need,. But a roof and a bed,. Not bigger, not more,. Nichole M. Dulin. It’s Not The Raven. One thought on “ Apocryphal Defenestration. March 16, 2016 at 4:37 am. Rock Solid—seemingly simple—Deep Wisdom. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. A Pen and Fire.
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It’s Not The Raven | another train metaphor
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Trying to get it write. It’s Not The Raven. March 26, 2016. Today, on my way to the chiropractor. And having started out the door with just enough time. Because a package was on the door step. And I waited to watch the kids open it. Today, on my way to the chiropractor. I traveled a shortcut. The road that winds between the greenhouse. And the collision repair shop that I watched the Amish workers build last year. Today, on my way to the chiropractor. I saw twenty or so turkey buzzards. I was just reading.
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October | another train metaphor
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Trying to get it write. October 17, 2016. October 17, 2016. Autumn is naturally sad, I think. I watch, on social media, as the natural exuberance of summertime. Fades from the posts and photos of those who are mine. It’s my natural time of reflection,. As temperatures, and leaves, and spirits drop. I know many who like it. The bright colors, the warm comforts of hoodies and hot cider. The joys of Halloween and pumpkins, hayrides and spices. I like those things, too. In the sweaty heat of an August night.
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Lacing | another train metaphor
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Trying to get it write. October 31, 2016. October 31, 2016. I can hear the gasp. Unuttered. It is right there,. In the quiet space. Nichole M. Dulin. 2 thoughts on “ Lacing. October 31, 2016 at 8:52 pm. This was made for a live reading. November 1, 2016 at 12:04 am. Liked by 1 person. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. I was just reading.
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another train metaphor | trying to get it write | Page 2
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Trying to get it write. March 10, 2016. March 10, 2016. It is spring,. But the cold sidewalk remebers. Its icy white covering. The sidewalk remembers the seasons, fondly,. As they crack and crumble its surface. Tiny fault lines, the little cracks,. Separate the sentimental sidewalk. The sidewalk remembers generations,. The scrape of snow shovels,. Hopscotch boards, dogs,. Water gun fights that give way. To trick or treats. The sidewalk is warm. From the vanishing summer. Holding hands at the roadside.
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VIII International Conference on Micro-Fiction | University of Kentucky, Lexington, Kentucky - USA - October 15-18, 2014
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Stories that fall under 300 words meant to turn your head, force a smile, and if possible draw a tear. Sunday, May 8, 2016. Not an Ode but To Mother. Saturday, March 12, 2016. My daffodils are coming up, and my trees have buds". He smiled as she stared at their little yard. It was as if it were the Villa d'Este according to her eyes. And he could watch her glow at it for hours. It was all he needed. Tuesday, January 19, 2016. Cookies and Counter Tops. He blinked a soft cat-like kiss and they held hands.
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Microfiction Monday Magazine
Microfiction Monday – 70th Edition. April 2, 2018. She cries when I don’t touch her. I know I make her sad, but I’m depressed too. I throw my trench coat over the chair when I get home, grab a bottle of Merlot and snicker. Tears leak down my face when she comes to kiss my neck. Why are you so enticing? We ran. There in her hands she had it open. The Harper’s Bazaar. Her finger pointin’, tappin’ on a full page, full color ad. Look, she said. The last grain of sand hit the floor, and he turned the hourglas...
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Friday, July 3, 2015. Happy Fourth of July Weekend, Everybody. She turns her head to see Bobby standing in the boat, unscathed by the fall but looking paler than usual. Susie asks. She chucks the beer into the river and shoves him but slides through his body and tumbles out of the boat, inhaling large gobs of water as she descends. The lack of oxygen causes her to lose consciousness. 8221; she asks. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget.
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In one thousand or fewer words. In This Issue: Jake Freivald. If you’re not too bogged down by scary weather, enjoy a few creepy stories. Two great new ones Zombie March. By Brynn MacNabb, and Mid-Autumn Moon. By Lani Carroll are brief enough to read even as the waters are rising, and if you need to wait until afterwards for Kafka’s A Fratricide. Well, it has been waiting since 1917. Be safe and dry. And if you’re not on the East Coast, send good vibes our way, and have a spooky time. Read more:.
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Life beyond fiction | ….no rules, no pattern, no gravity – here I set my words free
8230;no rules, no pattern, no gravity – here I set my words free. April 6, 2017. Often I start a letter that I won’t finish. I talk to the sky. Who smile back with clouds or face away. Or with the trees. Who would nod with leaves and branches in unison, Continue reading →. January 21, 2017. So you have water eyes. Brush of waving eyebrows. The lake of my rumination. 8211; a mirror. So you have the lips. With subtle impish smiles,. Distance is our bondage. Works well every time. Past my blurred vision.
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