Micromonth of Microfiction: Day 19

The butterfly alighted on a petal, sipped carefully, then shivered and died. Rappaccini watched, shrugged, and kept on weeding.


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 18

Professor Farmington’s greatest contribution to herpetology and theology was discovering that snakes shed souls as well as skin.



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 17

“You’re not my real parents!” the child screamed.
“You finally caught on?” Daddy grinned, showing the knife.



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 16

“That branch looks shaky, girl.”

Ophelia smiled. “It’s as strong as I want it to be.”


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 15

“Sheep should have known,” said the shepherd to the butcher. “I have to eat, too.”


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 14

He thought the ring was cursed. Actually, he just had terrible luck with brides.


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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