fooeynet's published ficlets
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The American Dream
Wait. Maybe I’m going about this the wrong way. I mean really, a rifle? I’m supposed to be quail hunting. Since when do you h…
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Yeah, it's Vicky
I was walking home to my apartment on 17th Street, thinking of how odd Vicky has been behaving lately, when a splash of color…
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I can't dance
She laughed, took my hand, and led me to the dance floor.
“Really”, I stammered, and started to sweat, “I don’t know how.”
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Best Now
That vortex was me. I was sitting at the end of Aisle 14, surrounded by a monstrous heap of empty Red Baron pizza boxes, shre…
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Question Haiku
Revised my haiku:
Transposed ‘haiku’ and ‘ficlets’
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The dishrag
“Excuse you?” Mother walks into the kitchen. “Dammit Jimbo, you gotta stop this! You’re going to be eight years old this we…
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Earl
The finger of blame would point to me. Me, in my velociraptor costume that I purchased on a whim from a Universal Studios cle…
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One Second
...Three Seconds….
This was it. End game. The Earth’s time was at its end. And Maury could do nothing, there was nothing l…
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Chicken Parm
Chicken Parmesan. It had to be.
Eyes closed, an anticipatory grin upon his face, he inhaled deeply; wholly. It entered his n…
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Immaculate Reception
After a spell, the ring cleared the knuckle and found its new home. It was perfect.
Father Howard’s voice was loud and clear…
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All about my father.
My father was a waffle iron. An ordinary, slightly scuffed, no-frills waffle iron—I’ve seen pictures. How he managed to se…
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