short stories

#6 Tied Up – Micro Flash Fiction

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How she got there she didn’t know. The last she remembered she had changed into her blue jeans, tank top and sneakers to go meet the girls. Now she found herself bound to a tree in the woods with a gag in her mouth. On the breeze she caught a whiff of something familiar, rot and death. 

Some branches broke to her left. She squirmed trying to pull her wrists free of the bonds. She sensed someone or something watching her. 

“Hello,” She called out.

A big hairy creature broke free of the brush. 

“Hello, my name is Ralph.”

#5 Red Riding Hood

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“I’m not as bad as you may think I am.”

“Shut up evil one.”

“Oh, gonna resort to name calling. Okay, yeah I’m the big bad wolf. I do have street creds to uphold but I’m not a bad guy.”

“You ate my grandmother.”

“Hello, I am a wolf. I eat meat, Red”

“Well your meat eating days are over…”

You can’t kill me Red…you and I go way back…”

“If you call going way back..you trying to kill me every time we meet. What’s the deal with that anyway?”

“It is nothing personal, I’m a wolf.”

#4 Don’t Say Anything

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“Don’t say anything,” 

“Well if you’d turned where I told you we wouldn’t be lost now.”

“Yes dear…you know…wait what is that standing in the road.”

Joe and his wife looked down the road. 

“If I didn’t know better I would say it is Bigfoot.”

“Joe, Bigfoot does not wear a short and jeans.”

“But look at the big hairy feet…”

“He’s thumbing a ride…are you going to pick him up?”

Joe pulled the car over.

The car door opened and he squeezed himself in.

“Hi, my name is Harry. Thanks for giving me a lift

#3 Nighttime

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I loved the night time in my youth. I could glide through the darkness sight unseen. Now I fear the darkness and the shadows. Why, you may ask. The answer is Them. No one really knows what they look like because no one has lived to tell their story, until now. At least I hope so. If not it means I’m dead. 

I wait in the darkness behind O’Malley’s Pub. I hear a chittering noise all around which means the creatures are close. A clattering and the end of the alley. A black shape from each end. Oh, crap!

# 2 Superheroes

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A 99 Word Micro Fiction Story

He Set up his folding table in the center of the parking lot at the abandoned mall. He prepared the tea, awaited their arrival. They appeared one at a time. Five beautiful women each more lovely than the last. They approached the table one by one sat and waited until the circle was complete. 

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice.”

“I see you’ve picked another fine location, Xander.” Said the red head known as The Siren.

“Why were we summoned?” Said a purple haired woman know as The Huntress.

“We are needed. War is upon us.”