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Microprose: Sinking Sword

Splash! Relief flooded over him as his sword entered the river.

It’d made him invincible. The world’s most powerful man. If only he could be called man, with his hollow eyes, gaunt skin and decrepit features. As the sword sunk, his vitality rose.

He was alive, again.


Word Count: 47

Prompt:

YeahWrite #447 Microprose Challenge

Flash Fiction: Museum Visit

It was a slow sunday, just the way I like it.

It started off with a bright, boozy brunch. The food was as good as if not better than the merry conversations at the table. My head still floating with a mild buzz, I decided to visit the museum. It always transported me to the past. I walked through all the exhibits, taking my time to read all the descriptions. The solid, factual language used, was a nice change from the flowery words I was used to at work. After spending a couple of hours at all the exhibits, I made my way to the technology wing. This was my favourite section. As I observed the handheld devices, I remembered the smartphone era from my childhood. We still had to touch the screen. Today, my brain-link glasses do it all for me.

I only have to think…


Word Count: 147

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #122 – Museum

Sunday Photo Fiction – Sep 8 2019
Photo courtesy of LL Jones

Microprose: Boring School

School is boring.

I don’t know why my parents force me to attend. I don’t want to study. I want to express myself out there, ,do something interesting like a corporate job. These knives and guns are a waste.

I mean who really wants to be trained to kill?


Word Count: 49

Prompt:

YeahWrite #438 Weekly Writing Challenge