Microfiction
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See? There it is. The very same tree in which you carved our initials all those years ago. You can still see them if you know where to look, which of course I do. At the time, I thought it was a silly thing to do, kid stuff. But now I am glad you didn’t
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The lunch bell finally rang. Friday was pizza day at Anytown Elementary—served on a warm, robin’s egg blue plastic plate with a carton of cold milk. The kid next to me rolled his pizza up like a flute and jammed it in his mouth whole. Chewing, chewing, more chewing…then he started to choke. Fifth-graders then didn’t know CPR and the lunchroom
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It was a riot like any other: cops, hippies, tear gas, mayhem. I saw her a little too late. The uniform, dichotomous dimples, mesmerizing green-gray eyes— electric with hate as she drew a bead, grinned, and squeezed the trig…
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The Daily Post King Farid of Transmorovia seemingly had it all, but au contraire! Even a Porsche 918 Spyder and a harem of exquisite women didn’t matter. Actually, the car was pretty cool, but the women…Pffft! You see, Farid was expected to produce an heir, but was loath to ‘rise to the occasion.’ “Dang it!” he
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After a thunderstorm the kitten asked the earthworm, “How come I never see you unless it rains?” “What? Come ‘round here,” replied the worm. “I can’t hear you when you’re talking to my butt.” The Daily Post
Ergo, the Ogre 