Tag: Micro Fiction
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Faim
Once upon a time, in a small German hamlet, a young French kid held up four locals with a 9mm pistol. “Give me all your fucking food!” He yelled. The German villagers pointed and laughed at the child. The old man laughs, and so does his wife, their neighbour’s wife laughs, and her husband drops…
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Flash Fiction – Change
It’s hard to say what’s different today. Maybe nothing has changed. The air does have that kind of feel to it—the type of feel that causes people to do things they wouldn’t usually do. I wonder if anyone knows what I mean. I may be the only one who notices, that when the air changes they follow. No, I’m…
Conor Cartmell 