SJHundak/S.J.Willing's published ficlets
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Blimfighed, scammer tunes
What on Earth could be better than a Blimfighed?
Icertainly asked the small, blue-skinned space gnome when he’d passed me th…
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The Mind relieved
Reading used to be my thing.
You know, slap down 20 bucks, sit in a crabby ol’ room with poor lighting and read for maybe an…
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The Tables Turned
Shelter with the falling leaves
where time and space have no real meaning
autumn times where nature grieves
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Desires in Scales Reflected
Words,
Silent echoes of your heart
That spill my life and
slice away my soul.
The pain your going brings,
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The End is Not Enough
She didn’t register the shattering of glass, or the dull rumble of the explosion as one side of her house disintegrated into …
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No Sleep for the Weary
Akindra!
Once before had I smelt their kind. Once before had I seen a village massacred in a three day fit of bloodrage in…
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Enter the Liberace....!
“Well we’ll get around to the zoo later. Let me finish this speech. Four score and…”
“Hello darlings!”
“Whoa, Abe! Keep t…
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Yoda'lling on.
“Interesting what?”
“Just interesting.”
“No, really. Interesting hat? You like my beard? You’ve never heard of the United S…
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The Big Two Oh Oh -- my 200th ficlet
“So, what’s he doing?”
I pulled off my jacket and hung it carefully on the floor as I stared at the pale figure on the othe…
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Psychics? Beware!
“You’re asking questions?” Big, tough and nasty said, testing me with a small punch to the face.
Darn it, yet another broken…
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Giants on the Rebound
“You must choose the trial, Qubeah,” Yllith said, ignoring the young man’s wince as he wrapped and firmly tied the dock leaf …
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Subways Aren't What They Seem
I knew the answer though.
I couldn’t forget the rush – that one day where it happened.
Subway, no one on it except me, ju…
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Val Does an Oopsie
I held a dead girl in my arms.
Drowned, maybe. After all, I’d just dragged her from the river and her soaked clothes, my soa…
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The Butler's Pride
Carefully filling the sandwich with his master’s favorite filling, Philip looked out of the scullery window.
There, an angr…
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How Hot Pockets Lose their Flavor
“No, I’ve gotta do it.” Kelsi tells me. I try to ignore her and bite into the Hot Pocket.
Darn, nothing ruins a hot pocket …
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Another Trick?
Hell, they looked and talked like aliens, they had a technology that could knock our spaceship half-way across the galaxy wit…
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Walking in a Dream
Dreams, though, can make the journey hard.
Who could say, for real, whether the soft crunch of sand underfoot is that of a g…
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Cracked...
It’s the crack that did it.
You know, the one on the ceiling wall. Looks like Angelina Jolie.
The crack did it. Sent odd v…
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A Tiny Coffin
A child
Shrouded in the pall of death
Pale, weak,
with peaceful smile of endless sleep
and a silence, somehow loud.A small …
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The Tunnel at the End of Brazil
“Duck, sucker!”
I tripped over a white rabbit hole and skidded a few feet, skinning my hands, as the myfather/DeNiro lookali…
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