Metaphoric Spurs' published ficlets
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One-Liners
Failing to submit a minimum length Ficlet for the challenge last month, I did create the following one-line stories. They nee…
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Lunchroom Lust (II)
Delmar tore up turf while Myrna scooped up kitty litter. He threw pigskins while she claimed Charlotte’s Web on her list of…
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N1t3W4tchr (P4rt IV)
Taxi drivers in this city don’t pause; they’ll take off like drag racers, ripping your hand from the handle if you’re too slo…
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Meaningless [a quirky pens&feathers challenge]
This piece of wrinkled paper with curves and lines in crayon has no home, but it has my child’s name, and I cherish it. This …
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The Only Son
He never smiles. He never speaks. He looks at me with distrust, as if I were not his mother, as if I had not fed him, clothed…
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ReVeil Industries (III)
“The Coldsmith digiskin can be permanently attached, with upgrades automatically delivered through the bloodstream. And it re…
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ReVeil Industries (II)
Mr. Redtics pounded his stubby fingers on the phosphorescent surface of his desk. It glistened and glowed from the pressure. ...
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ReVeil Industries
“Welcome to ReVeil Industries, may I…” A musical run of high-pitched notes interrupted her greeting. Archaic device, I thou…
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Acreage (II)
The stark white backings of the photographs reflected the overhead light like a camera flash, bright and blinding. Turning aw…
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Lunchroom Love
His love for Myrna was like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich—sweet but sticky, with a danger akin to a severe allergic reac…
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Delayed
The flight had been cancelled while en route to the airport and no explanation was given at check-in, just an apology and an …
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Pass the Ketchup
Ketchup and chocolate chip cookies had no business being anywhere near each other. Not on the same table. And certainly not o…
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Child's Play
All the other babies crawled through the tunnels, giggling in echo. Mothers knelt on the opposite side, clapping and coaxing …
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The Fabrication (Part III)
“We’ll skip the stairs,” Joe said. “Just point us to the elevator.”
“The Chateau does not have lifts,” replied the desk cler…
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The Fabrication (Part II)
Despite the vast interiors of the castle, it lacked a main lobby. The check-in desk was concealed at the end of a narrow, twi…
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The Fabrication
“We can’t stay here, this is not the place,” she said as he turned onto the cobblestone driveway.
“Of course this is it,” he…
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Acreage
“Not just a farm – a working farm – with chickens, cows, and crops to harvest,” the woman told her husband. She cradled the b…
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The Black and Churning Sea (Part II)
The caskets lurched into the sea, carrying the bodies of those who had spent their lifetime serving seamen with lodging and p…
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Cold Feet
“Tarot cards, crystal balls, tea leaves—put your trust in none of it,” she said to the couple lingering in the doorway. “I c…
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Paper Cuts
Her daughter was achingly beautiful, a delicate loveliness like a paper lantern, illuminated from within. Her long hair separ…
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