Mikerofiction

Some really short fiction (microfiction. See that pun in the title? Yeah). And some other stuff. These are fun.

Darkened Corridors

A blind eye to what might stand behind

I run as fast as I can from nothing.

Edit

I can’t help but feel I’ve done this already

One more time couldn’t hurt.

The Bright Eyes of Strangers

I’m not sure I’m cut out for this

Seems as though for everything I can do, there will always be someone miles ahead.

Shed

There were repeated warnings about this place

And if I could see anymore, I might know why.

Rising Tides

A plunger is nowhere in sight

The brisk hush of the water fills me with dread.

Layers

Everything was looking great until I realized I’d been working on the wrong layer.

Son of a bitch.

Sun

Everything is warm, friendly and bright

But as I shamble out of bed, all I can think is

That singing bird is an annoying twat.

In the Mail

“…Starbuck…?” Mirabelle said with a quivering tone, which eventually rose to a squeak. To the tired Starbuck, it sounded as though Mirabelle might have found a black mamba in her daily junk mail.

But what she held was an intricate, conspicuous envelope branded “DSA.” The people that had been in Mirabelle’s dreams for over a decade had sent her a letter.

Did it contain an acceptance certificate? A polite rejection? A simple thank-you note?

Mirabelle had a good feeling about this one. She had just saved the world, after all.

After Hours

They laid perfectly still in the rafters. All they heard was a distant pounding electrical noise. As far away as it was, it was undeniably coming closer. Looking for them.