Microfiction: I and the Bound Man

I approached the bound man. Bulbous and round, reeking of his own filth. The boastful braggart had nothing to say. A powerful man among his people, but here, he was nothing more significant than an insect. Impotent. Petulant. I went to work ripping flesh from bone. Strip by strip I pulled the bound man’s flesh […]

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Microfiction: The Fall of a Good Man

It was the last straw. He had sent his supporters to round up and kill those who refuse to silence their protest against the government. His secret cult of followers descended upon protests to incite violence. In the midst of the chaos they’d take as many lives as possible before the police could regroup and […]

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Microfiction: Heavy is the Head

It began as it always had, with a whisper. A small voice calling out from the depths of the subconscious mind. Gentle urgings promising incredible reward for so little risk. Now a grown man of power, he grumbled against the voice, though quickly cowed to its will. The crown upon his head might as well […]

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