Is This Seat Taken?

#2 of micro fiction a very short micro fic written as part of a workshop exercise over at writerscrossing i liked it, so decided to upload it. the prompt was two strangers meeting in a public place and a misunderstanding. "do you mind if i sit here?"

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Of beginnings and endings in Venleaux Villa

However, after a poetry group held on my writing discord server(link on my profile, and writerscrossing ), and a writing lecture about evocative language with a creative writing challenge, i was inspired to create this.

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Please look up

There was a writing prompt over on writerscrossing for halloween, wherein we were given a few phrases to use as inspiration and a bonus random sentence to include in the story.

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The Madness of Mrs. Frank

Upon the floor I labored, sweat dripping from my brow. Several times I retraced work already done, damaged by the saline drops. The chalk in my paw was gritty and made the black sleeve that went to my elbow white half up my forearm. At least it matched...

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Ghostly Cafe Visit

The day looked to be... an overcast over the city of Thunderpass, it's always gonna start raining in the afternoon or just about any time of the day. Cole, an average office worker Dalmatian more specifically in the design department felt like the...

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Rainy Day

Delilah looked through her fogging windshield, resigned, pulling over with what was left of the dying motor onto the shoulder of the lonely interstate. The beat up Toyota, with its old, cracked, faux leather seats, missing volume knob on the well loved...

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Put Me in the Trash

There were a few nice new products on sale at Klyder's Department Store that quarter, but the lime jello marshmallow cottage cheese surprise was not one of them. Clyde Igglesby wanted to retch at the label of the dense, bowl-shaped, cheap-plastic...

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Theory of Everything

?Theory of Everything? So, do you know what a virus is? Those tiny little things that get into your blood and make you sick, right? You know, it?s funny. Ironic even. We named computer viruses after the medical kind, but it really should have...

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Fractal

" **Fractal"** An electric silence filled the bright silvery dome. Seventy scientists had come to witness the making of history. They stood along the upper balcony, still and quiet as the machinery surrounding them. No sounds were heard but the...

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The Madness of Mrs. Frank

Upon the floor I labored, sweat dripping from my brow. Several times I retraced work already done, damaged by the saline drops. The chalk in my paw was gritty and made the black sleeve that went to my elbow white half up my forearm. At least it matched...

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Home

When I joined NASA at the Kennedy Space Station, I really thought it was a dream come true. I?d spent my whole childhood wanting to be the one talking to the aliens whenever they wanted to have a conference with humanity. Of course, I got older and...

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Just What You Do

They really needed to get the lighting fixed in here. Only the dull red glow of the exit sign. Not that it mattered; I could climb these stairs in my sleep. Which step creaked. Just where to reach for the bar and shove open the door. My foot didn't...

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