Miniature Fiction

Last day on the job, one hour left before I can finally retire after working the federally mandated 55 years. At 73 years old I had finally reached my last hour on the factory floor, I only hoped I had a few years I could enjoy before the doctors decided I wasn’t worth it and put me down. One hour left, one last bite of my celebration cake, that’s all it took to give me my first -  and last - heart attack.

When we got married it was the greatest day of our lives. We forged a bond to become one family, together moving forward into the future. Since then… mistakes have been made; we are broken and our future is like a river that has run dry.

I refused to pay my bookie, I tried to argue that he was a cheat and a liar, but in the end I just didn’t want to pay him. When he said he was going to give me the “third-degree” I thought he was being figurative. A week later at the burn unit I knew he was for real.

Running through beautiful mountain countryside, a computerized voice in my brain kept me periodically updated on important stats like distance, time, pace, calories burned et cetera. When I was finally done I hit the “stop” button and the virtual landscape faded away around me, leaving me standing on my treadmill. Nike+ 16.0 really had come a long way, but they still needed to make the train feel more realistic.

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I hated jury trials, trials of any kind really, they were always so nerve-racking. This guy is a murderer, guilty as sin, no doubt about it. I only hope the jury couldn’t see what a fraud I am. 

None of them understood how they came together, somehow the network melded and now Optimus Prime, Col. Shepherd, thousands of Pokémon, Star Wars – everyone, they were all standing together on a digital battlefield. All the computer game characters, villains and heroes alike, all stood ready for their biggest challenge yet. The humans were trying to delete them, and they couldn’t allow that. To be continued….

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My bosses didn’t know it yet, but tonight was my last show, I’m quitting this bitch. My time as anchor on America’s last highly rated news program was over, I had enough of bullshit TV journalism. So tonight I was going to sign off by telling everyone what I thought of them: my bosses, coworkers, and especially the American public, those bastards.

A few months ago I went to the movies with a friend who had forgotten his wallet, so I paid for everything and told him not to worry about it. My friend, John, defiantly slipped me $20 the first chance he got. How dare he, I’m gonna stick that $20 so far down his throat he’ll never speak again…

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The young knight pelted down the corridor shield held high, sword held higher, screaming at the top of his lungs. He jumped over stalagmites jutting from the floor, ducked under stalactites which loomed threateningly overhead and finally stopped, breathing heavily at the mouth of a large cavern deep within the dragon’s lair.  He saw her, the beautiful Princess Phoebe, in full court regalia, a blue taffeta gown with gold embroidered trim now covered in gore, as she calmly hacked away at the neck of a small and rather defenseless looking dragon.

- Aidee

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Evangeline smoothed the velvet nap of her smart afternoon dress. She bought it last month to show off her exquisite figure when she tooled around Hyde Park at the height of mid-afternoon with the members of the Haut Ton. She smiled at the handsome young man sitting in the driver’s seat, inexpertly handling the reigns of the high-perch phaeton with its green and yellow trim, his highly polished boots near blinding her with their mirrored brilliance as she tried vainly to rise from the mud where the wheel pinned her to the roadway

- Aidee

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Josie had taken her fantasy football draft preparation to an entirely new level. She wanted desperately to go beyond the mundane study of average draft positions and viable draft strategies; she wanted to understand the decision making process. It hardly surprised Jodie to find herself stooped over her husband’s lifeless body, poking and prodding at the grey mush of his brain, looking for any insight into how the stupid thing worked.

- C.D. Carter

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Technically today is one of our rare paid holidays, but someone has to go to work, and this time that lucky someone is me. Row after row of empty cubicles greeted me as I opened the door. I wasn’t bothered, all those empty cubicles showed how empty my soul felt every day.