All in Microfiction

"STUPID CAT!" Joe yelled, sitting up and throwing his slipper at the door. "Wha- ... what's going on?" Carol murmured sleepily. "Furball is out there in the hallway drinking gallons of water; it's making me nuts!" he explained...

"As I've said before," Wrath began, "4 of us get a raw deal. Lousy working conditions, little to no support, zero recognition. What's being done about it?" "Who are you representing?" the supervisor inquired. "Aside from myself, Pride, Envy, and Greed..."

He had been to see the captain twice and was dismissed each time. He had gone to the command center to find more of the lead crew with similar results. "I knew it was a long shot," James whispered to himself in the corridor, staring out at the stars...

The first crow appeared in the yard, followed by a second and a third. A fourth. A fifth. More. Still more. Crows everywhere, squawking loudly as they touched down...

"My gawd," Lead Inspector Ockten said, walking carefully through the plastic draping and shaking his head. "Look at this place." "Worst we've seen, but not the first we've seen," Detective Harris commented. "Over here." In the living room, an ornate mirror had been laid flat on a fake fur ottoman...

"Mom, let Becca come with you," Laura said, pushing the girl forward. "I'm all right; I really am," she replied. "I do this every year and I'm perfectly fine." "Becca, go with your grandmother," Laura instructed as the cab pulled up...

The moving van rolled down the street, past the Blessings (who cheered because they loved meeting new people) and the Curses (who hissed because they hated everybody as a general rule)...

"Harwa, you've been very quiet for the past couple of weeks in group," the Night Therapist said (and all eyes turned toward the mummy). "I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, but I'd like to ask if you'll talk about how you're doing..."

The scrapbook contained row after row of tissues and napkins with a perfect lipstick pout blotted in the middle. "What in the heck?" Marjorie murmured to herself, sitting on the sofa surrounded by boxes. "Kiss Book!" Marjorie's sister, Marian, said with a bright smile...

"What I want to stress here is that you BARK, not BITE," Royal said to Hank, Fluff, and Raisin. They stood staring at the party in progress from the doorway to the den...

"I don't know, I'm thinking ... maybe I'm easily morose, I get down on myself," Cathy said, thinking out loud. "Maybe I isolate myself and then cry in front of the fireplace (drinking a whole bottle of wine) because I don't have any friends?" "Oh, that's good," the shadow said, writing it down...

"I'm going outside to say hello to everybody!" Inga yelled into the house as she shut the front door behind her. She brought her eyes softly out of focus (as she'd been taught) and saw them moving in the blowing snow...