A weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!
The cubicles were pitch black without power. But she could hear the amorphous mass slithering, smell its acrid sweet odor.#1lineWed
"We're not firemen," Clair said. Asil donned her grey hijab. "We've got powers! It's time to do something, I'm going to help them!"#Thurds
"Let it burn!" they chanted. Clair touched the slushy sidewalk. "Didn't want to do this..." An electric jolt scattered the rioters.#Thurds
The mayor shouted into his iPhone. "Kids? I don't care! They're supers in a riot, keep the peace and shoot them!"#ThruLineThurs#Thurds
She grunted willing the boulder of snow and trash to do her bidding. It rolled into the flaming car, and Asil collapsed to one knee.#Thurds
Beth grinned as Jon exited his stasis tube. He gasped…
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