A Grab-Bag Mini-Issue
Quick as a Flash - Week 12.1
Fact and Fiction
Hello readers! I apologize for the delay since the last issue. Several factors have kept me feeling less than able to write, but I’m itching to get something out there, and I feel like you’ve all waited long enough, so let’s do a mini-issue!
The next full issue is taking some time to get right. I am very proud of the last two I’ve written and want to continue that trend. I will get it out by the end of the month, for sure. After that, I will be changing the schedule for Quick as a Flash to be every other week. This is to maintain that quality and have additional time to work on other projects, some of which I plan to introduce here later this year!
Without further ado, here is some microfiction!
The heavens gave us their blessings, for we were of compatible signs. Our families got along, and our blood types coincided. The tides said we were destined—so long as we never wore pastels around each other.
So why is it that when I search my own heart, it cannot seem to agree?
It's Quite the Show
“And when the dancers come out, you’ll release the robo-pigeons.”
“Wouldn’t real pigeons be more cost-effective?”
“And risk them pecking and crapping on everyone? No way! Besides, the lion in scene twelve ate up all the live animal budget.”
“I’m sorry, the what?”
Just Clowning Around
I collect ransoms for a living, and nothing’s worse than kidnapping a whiny, frowny-faced loser. That’s why I invented a device to make them smile. Just insert it into their mouth, turn the crank, and watch the smile grow!
Oh. No more smile. :(
His Name is Not Important
He was mediocre. His athleticism was pathetic, his test scores were weak, and his public speaking was abhorrent. He had zero ambition, no chemistry with anyone, and was chronically tardy.
Yet, Heaven accepted him for his presence alone extolled the virtues of those around him.
Should We Tell Them?
“Nobody’s ever made me breakfast in bed before,” he said. “Are you sure you’re doing it right?”
She set the electric griddle on top of the comforter and plugged it in. “Of course.” She grabbed the plate of raw bacon off the nightstand. “Besides, what’s the worse that can happen?”
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I really like these. Robo-pigeons are definitely the better option though, that character needs to wake up.