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Micro-fiction 035 – The Big Man (Post-Apocalypse series)

The Big Man and his big truths, a fable of power, ignorance and his election to the most powerful office in the land. The Big Man The Big Man was the biggest man in the biggest country in the world. That’s what he told himself. His own achievements were big, and that’s what he told everyone else. He knew if …

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Micro-fiction 034 – Bewildered (Echoes series)

A good bookseller knows exactly what a customer needs… Bewildered It is always said that a good bookseller knows exactly what a customer needs… Cass finally gave in. He seemed to have passed the Antiquarian bookshop five times today. Perhaps it was stalking him, he grunted to himself. Every time he passed the main window, with its jumble of old …

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Micro-fiction 033 – The Voice (Post-Apocalypse series)

She fled from the temple into the mountainside, the voice still in her head. But was it really her curiosity that set the destruction in motion? The Voice Xi Wang shivered on the mountainside, cowed by the bone-chilling snowstorm. Dark hair slicked around her neck and froze into the flesh of her face. A simple gown barely covered her legs, …

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Micro-fiction 032 – Two Faces (Gothic series)

Was family lunchtime ever like this? The family gathered, dressed on their fine white clothes, but Patsy bears a frustrated frown… “Can’t you see what’s happening around you?” Patsy yells, inside her head. It is Sunday. While not being a religious family, they do observe a long tradition of polite lunchtime gathering. Patsy’s father, his bloated body dressed in an …