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Tall Tales

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#Afro #SciFi and #futurism stories spanning 280 characters and multiple universes. #flashfiction #microfiction #microflashfiction

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The deity's eyes opened as Abdou placed his key on the glowing tree. "Who dares awake Alan the almighty?" "Alan? Really?" "Do you have a problem with my name? Huh?" "I dunno, I wasn't expecting Alan, you know." "Well it sounds sophisticated, and my mother likes it, so there."


They stood at the gate, the colours beyond swirling with possibilities. "Go on." she nudged him "Ladies first." "Are you being a gentleman or are you scared?" "Yes." She chuckled and reached in, feeling for the boundaries.


Memories are peculiar things. Unassuming, they hold back a sleeping torrent, waiting for the right trigger to release their deluge. Anna barely noticed her stop pass by, as that scent of that spice mix wafted by and froze her in place.


Failure follows, stalking your progress, waiting to grin wide in your face at your next mistake. If you look back quickly you can see him though, in a backwards cap and a YOLO t-shirt, leaning on a wall and pretending to look the other way.


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@biteSizedworlds Today saw the country’s final school shooting and not because the government finally decided to do something about it. Simply put, we just have no more children left to attend them.


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@biteSizedworlds "Honey, if you ever get Alzheimer's, I think the best thing would be to put you in a home." "Dad, it's me; Mom passed last year, remember?" #TwoSentenceHorrorStories


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"Why so quiet? Am I boring you?" "Oh no. It's just..I..I think I see eyes in the shadows behind you." "Oh? Sigh. That's one of my wives spies." "Your what!? Wife??" "Yes. We better leave. The last girl didn't make it through the show down." "The last girl? What?!"


There's a place where hearts go to mend. Where feelings of unrequited love finally rest. It's two turns from the junction where new love blooms.


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"Ms Nari, along with several others are suing you for catching feelings." "We just create a product. We are not to blame for how the drug is used on others." "So as I understand it, your drug induces feelings of love." "Yes. It increases oxytocin levels. For a period."


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'In the beginning, they'll fight and quarrel for a few months. Don't worry! Ignore them. After a while they'll get tired, and you can enjoy your new wife along with the old ones in peace'. Advice from last year, came to mind as Baba realised he hadn't heard an argument in a week.


"At last, I've found it. The Naaba's jeweled combs." "Why are we whispering?" "Cos technically we're stealing it." "Is this really stealing if it belonged to us first?" "That's a topic for later. Into the portal now, let's get back to the shrine. The guards are getting closer"


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A buzz. The music stops. This is her cue. Eyes never leaving her target, Mamle touches her weapon, spins off the chair & listens. She takes aim, and fires in three quick bursts. Silence. 3 stunned mosquitoes waft to the floor, and she blows gently on the nozzle of the can.


Ana liked to watch the couple in the building opposite hers. They always fought. She could never hear, but it was always chaotic. She made a friend in the building who told her that room had been empty since the murder-suicide 4 months ago. That's when she sealed her window.


"Bedtimes are a social construct. A means of control over young adults. In this thesis, I will prove young adults understand their own bodies best, by..." You mean, children? "You can call them that." You're...9? Aren't you too young to be writing a PhD thesis? "Yes. Yes I am."


Loneliness came in waves.Waves surging & engulfing her whole, pushing everything away, leaving nothing behind. Towering over her, so high she couldn't see beyond them. Eventually the tide eased. Waves calmed. She was able to see what was always there. Boats with others like her


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