Tag: flash fiction

I'm addicted
Posted in Writing

I’m an addict!

Yes sir, I am! And if that’s a crime then arrest me because I won’t let go of this drug! A substance called writing. 😁…

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Posted in Micro-Stories Podcast Writing

Special Sunday

Makulit is a Tagalog word for bothersome. But unlike bothersome, makulit is use with endearment for friends and family. Simon over at Penning Thoughts is…

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microfiction
Posted in Micro-Stories Writing

Word challenge: Pique

You know the feeling when everything seems meaningless? Have you ever felt it?

I’m a healthy nineteen-year-old boy, wait, a handsome nineteen-year-old Filipino man, hehe, and that’s exactly what I was feeling when a chicken gave me β€œthe look” I’m not joking!

I was sitting on the park bench watching people skittering from each other and give that awkward smile. Social distancing has made a lot of people paranoid, even a loner like me want to cringe at how uncomfortable everyone…

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Posted in Micro-Stories Music Inspired

Under the Mask

Anywhere he goes, people step aside. Parting like an ocean giving way to the king. Except he’s not treated with kindness. Because he’s always covered in cut and bruises.

β€œThey should put that delinquent to jail,” said one of the women to her friend.

β€œYes, he give this neighborhood a bad name.”

Yes, just like that everyone judged him, they hate how he wore those signs of beating like a badge, annoyed that he still walks with…

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Posted in Micro-Stories Music Music Inspired

Something More

I have no idea if he ever felt the same, but at some point, I’ve grown out from being a childhood friend into wanting something…

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Te Quiero - short story fiction
Posted in Micro-Stories Music Music Inspired

Te Quiero

A mere stripper such as myself is just a little better than a prostitute. I take that back. People don’t see a difference between me…

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Posted in Micro-Stories Moments in time Monday

Secondhand dream

Unlike my husband who dreams distorted unexplainable situation, I could dream about a lifetime and write a book about it. (Haven’t tried it yet. But…

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Posted in Micro-Stories Writing

You’re Mine [Prompt Challenge]

Lunchtime. I dropped my chopsticks and opened my mouth, but Christian passed by without a word coming out of my lips. Just the sight of…

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