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Flash Fiction: Monochrome

Monochromes. That was the name given to us.

It was more of a label than a name, because names were reserved for humans. We were just animals in a cage. The regular humans casted us out from the society and gave us our separate quarters. We were not allowed to interact with the regulars lest we steal their colours. If only they understood that we never chose to be this way. We never wished for a colourless life. It is my dream to become a regular human, even if for one day.

Just once, to live a normal day…


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

July 25: Flash Fiction Challenge

Foto Flash Fiction Challenge: Jul 26 2019

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Microfiction: The Hand

This is a first.

I’m used to seeing individual body parts. It is a part of my hobby. I’m a serial hacker. Not the computers kind, the chop-chop kind. Yep, I enjoy cutting up people after I’ve killed them. The killing part is just a necessary evil. But, living people don’t particularly enjoy getting cut up. Anyway, I’m used to seeing body parts. However, I’m not used to seeing a particular part return and try to kill me. Well, the owner of the hand did mention he was into voodoo or something. No worries.

Looks like this hand is about to lose a few fingers…


Word Count: 105

Prompt:

Foto Flash Fiction Challenge: Jul 19 2019

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