Monthly Archives: June 2015

100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 078

The king lowered his hand. It was decided; they would do as the “gods” say and murder all children under ten years of age. In this case, the gods are being unjust, the king said to his subjects. However, disobeying … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 076

White bone burst from Tom’s broken leg. The baseball bat cracked against his arm and broke that as well.  A large brick raised into the air above Tom’s head.  The final blow was coming.  From the corner of his eye, … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 075

It was a dark and stormy night when the tall dark and handsome stranger entered the lonely bar. A woman with strong locks of strawberry blonde hair looked away from her dry martini and stared into icy blue eyes that … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 074

There once was a dog named Ralph, from birth he was never able to close his mouth. One day a bird flew inside, made a home, but found it cramped, so ate the dog’s tongue to the end, although did … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 073

The bathroom is the toilet, the loo is the dunny, the washroom is the lavatory, the thunderbox is the throne, the privy is the bathroom, the head is the bog. All of these places are where you you do number … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 072

Blue zigzagging light enlarges until it fills the hallway. A scream sounds from far away. More screams, and voices from a foreign place. The sound climbs to a crescendo until a man wearing black bursts from the blue light. A … Continue reading

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100 short fiction tales in 100 days. 071

To become a wanderer, my grandfather said, you need to be able give up everything you own. Even the friends that you thought you would have forever. It now feels like a hundred years ago that he told me that. … Continue reading

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