Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 25

The tower soared upward, the top lost among clouds. After three days of climbing, he began to have doubts. Hope she’s worth it, he thought.


February is a micro month, so it seems appropriate to write some microfiction during it. I am posting one tiny story a day, the length of each entry equal to the date. In March, I'll do a little analysis of each story on its corresponding day.

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Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 24

The infant cried. The child played. The youth fucked. The man loved. The father worried. The grandfather doted. The elder ranted. The human died.


February is a micro month, so it seems appropriate to write some microfiction during it. I am posting one tiny story a day, the length of each entry equal to the date. In March, I'll do a little analysis of each story on its corresponding day.

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Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 23

Weightless, she fell up up up into the sky. “I should have brought a jacket,” she thought. “It’s gonna get cold up here.”


February is a micro month, so it seems appropriate to write some microfiction during it. I am posting one tiny story a day, the length of each entry equal to the date. In March, I'll do a little analysis of each story on its corresponding day.

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Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 22

The undertaker thought it a pity to bury one so pretty. So he took her home and raised her as his own.


February is a micro month, so it seems appropriate to write some microfiction during it. I am posting one tiny story a day, the length of each entry equal to the date. In March, I'll do a little analysis of each story on its corresponding day.

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Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 21

The tiger considered the children through the barrier, waiting for one jeering boy to approach too close. He preferred white meat.


February is a micro month, so it seems appropriate to write some microfiction during it. I am posting one tiny story a day, the length of each entry equal to the date. In March, I'll do a little analysis of each story on its corresponding day.

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Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 20

A miscommunication resulted in Dorothy getting rubber slippers. So while she could never go home, she could bounce all over Oz.


February is a micromonth, so why not write some microfiction for it? I am posting one tiny story a day, the length of each entry equal to the date. In March, I'll do a little analysis of each story on its corresponding day.

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