By the time the journalist arrived at Dave’s Cantina and Pizzeria, the conflagration had mostly concluded. Overturned tables. Chairs through windows. The soda fountain leaking Coke. One middle-aged man wept in the corner. The journalist inquired what happened here. “So many,” he said, “I ducked so many tacos.” The journalist pried for more answers, but the man broke down in tears. Behind the counter, a surly teenager mopped up the mess. The journalist asked after his perspective. The young man pointed at the blackboard menu above. “That explains it.” “I don’t see it.” “That’s because it’s not about what’s there. It’s about what’s not there.” “I don’t understand.” “After many years, Dave finally brought back his most popular pizza, The Relationship. It was here for a few weeks. Everyone loved it. Endless orders for it. Today, Dave decided to take it away.” “I see,” said the journalist. He took notes. By the evening edition, the newspaper had the story: “Dust up at Dave’s: Relationship on again, off again”

“Dust Up at Dave’s”

For #MicrofictionMonday

On the Menu “What's today's special?” “Next week's leftovers.” “What? How is that even possible?” “We use a localized wormhole as a time machine.” “But… if I eat leftovers from a meal that hasn't been cooked yet, will there be enough ingredients to make it? And if not, there won’t be any leftovers, so I could not have eaten them either, which would create a time paradox and plunge us all into doom!” “...” “I'll have the ravioli, please.” “Right away.”

My entry for #MicrofictionMonday for the prompt "On the Menu". Enjoy!

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The prompt for next week's #MicrofictionMonday is:

"On the menu"

"The Quarter's Breath"

Setting: A rainy balcony in New Orleans, 2:00 AM.

The air in the French Quarter is thick enough to drink-humidity, jasmine, and the distant, low moan of a midnight trumpet.

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Another town, another bakery. At the stroke of midnight, Hansel glared at the darkened windows of the shop, as Gretel passed him the lit Molotov cocktail.
Never. Again.
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He placed the soapbox center stage. He stepped upon it. "Cookies," he declared. "Cookies as far as the eye can see. Chocolate chip. Sugar. Oatmeal raisin. White chocolate macadamia nut. In a large gathering hall, imagine with me, table after table after table of cookies. Trays of cookies. Cases of cookies. Cookies fresh from the oven. Cookies that have been around for awhile. Oreos. Chips Ahoy. Thousands of cookies. Delicious cookies. Macarons and macaroons. M&M cookies and peanut butter cookies. Gingerbread and ginger snaps. Snickerdoodles. Vanilla wafers. Fortune cookies. And many, many more. "And we are all there," he orated. "We are all together in this great hall. Eating cookies. Baking cookies. Enjoying cookies. Celebrating cookies." He stepped down from his soapbox. The message was clear. Cookies.

Cookies.

A rant for #MicrofictionMonday

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The #MicrofictionMonday prompt for today is Bakery/Baked Goods.

Cat sat on the fence, chirping at the birds. "Hey Charlie, you dumb lark! You'll never find bugs to eat over there. They use Ortho Bug B-Gon. "Mickey! Where you been all morning? No worms for you today. Ha! "Quentin, why are you flapping so much? You fly like a drunk chicken. "Smith, you-" Cat halted his banter. There standing in his own yard was a cat. And not just any cat, it looked remarkably like him. He hopped down, examined the cat who stood there motionless, then rushed inside. The doppelganger followed close behind.

Inside, Dog cleaned out cigarette butts from under the couch cushions. "Dog, where is Human? There's this-" Another cat, identical in appearance, stood in the kitchen entryway, staring at him. "Meow?" said Cat, frightened. Cat glanced over his shoulder. The other copy stared back at him too. They all stared at each other then, absorbed together as one, their three faces turned inward, gazing toward their own infinity. Three bodies, three tails, twelve paws. Cat slid toward unreality and all went dark. ******* Cat awoke in a flower bed at the base of the fence. His paws smelled faintly of 'nip. He groaned. What a trip.

In celebration of #MicrofictionMonday, I present…

“Dog and Human: Cat Cubed”

Sprint Bee published a post on Ko-fi

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Sprint The recycling bin was full. Clark scowled, broken glass crunching under his shoes. Others had left their bags of glass, beer bottles and sauce jars sitting by the industrial-size bins, but in his v…

It's #MicrofictionMonday again!

This week's story is inspired by my irrational fear every time I walk past a dark park.

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“Stop," she said. "Kookaburra, stop!”

But it was too late. He walked into the road. He never saw the truck coming.

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Title: Why the Question of Why the Chicken Crossed the Road isn't a Superfluous Query for Those Who Know What Came Before

Tennyson sank into the waters of the dark forest pond. Blood leaked from his bill, his wings were broken, the webbing of his toes refused to stir the water. All he saw was the disdainful face of the steamer duck sinking upward. The enemy who had beat him within a downy barb of his life. He sank. He fell. He was fallen. So far from home, so far from all he had hoped, now at the end of it-surely this was the end of it all. His back shuffed into the sandy pond bottom. He prepared to let his final breath go. Darkness folded over him. Seeping into him. The cold approached voraciously. And then he felt it. To one side, a coat of leaves enveloped his wing. It wrapped around him, as if directed by a hidden feather. What was this? The coat cinched around his neck. In a flash, it burst with light. A hundred bright-lit beams of golden brilliance rose from it. The coat lifted him, healed him, and he launched upward. Through the water, forth upon the surface, and high into the air. The ducks on the pond gasped in awe. Thus was the Goldwing born.

#MicrofictionMonday, anyone?

Story: The Legend of Goldwing

This is a linchpin moment from the world many of my stories take place in. It’s a scene I never got around to writing in my abandoned duck-fi novel, Tennyson Duck. This felt like the perfect opportunity to share it.

Exsanguination Bee published a post on Ko-fi

and the obligatory #ko-fi link too 😅

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Exsanguination “…and finally, the national blood shortage is expected to continue for a further week at least, as officials say emergency supplies from France have been rendered unusable. That’s…

It's #MicrofictionMonday again! 🎊

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Skull Island After ten weeks' journey we came to Skull Island, where we had important business. We found the man we were looking for in a cabin on the hill, the only dwelling in evidence. Our captain took up the matter, pushing through the door without knocking. "You, sir," he said to

A tiny story about 💀SKULL ISLAND💀 www.scattering.ink/daily/2026/02/09/skull-i...

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Art and Augury I took part in the NYC Midnight Scary Story Challenge a few months ago. There was some fantastic competition in my group and though I didn’t get through to the next round, I did get an honour…

Another #MicrofictionMonday and I can finally share the story I submitted to the #NYCMidnightScaryStoryChallenge! Competition was fierce and I didn't make it to round 2, but I did get an honourable mention!

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10 Minutes Bee published a post on Ko-fi

...and the #ko-fi link, if anyone prefers that:
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10 Minutes I spent yesterday filling out an application, so we’re going to pretend today’s Monday… We had ten minutes’ warning before the asteroid hit. We weren’t in its direct p…

I was completing an application yesterday, so we're going to suspend our disbelief for 10 minutes and pretend it's #MicrofictionMonday

This one, ironically, is called 10 Minutes:
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Crushed Glass We’re back for 2026! It was, truly, a fairytale. The crowd had parted as she’d descended the grand staircase into the crystal ballroom, her dress floating behind her despite the many la…

#MicrofictionMonday is back for the new year and today's story is one I've had on my mind for a while!

(yes, technically this is #flashfiction but I like the alliteration better)

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“Day 187”

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“Lost in Cave”

This was definitely inspired by a couple of the stories you guys shared today 😅

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Happy #MicrofictionMonday! What extremely short story will you share with us today?

Participating is easy.

Word count: 200 words or less
This week’s prompt: Exploration

Share in whatever way you see fit.

Exploration We lie entangled under the blanket, chest to chest, face to face. Her hands explore my shoulderblades, the dip in my back, drawing circles up and down. Then I feel fingernails scrape over my skin. “Ouch,” I whisper playfully, biting my lip. With a jolt, the nails dig deeper, claws ripping me open. I gasp, open my eyes, and pull away. Her hands are holding mine, but something is still gripping my back…

Here's my little story for #MicrofictionMonday. The theme is Exploration.

Brand new #MicrofictionMonday coming later... 👀

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It’s the weekend, which means it’s only two days until your #MicrofictionMonday pieces are due. Please do not turn them in late. They are worth 90% of your grade.

Words: 200 or fewer
Theme: Exploration

“The Outage”

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Here’s my #MicrofictionMonday story.

At least Jim gave it the ol’ college try. It’s Christmas, after all.

Microfiction Monday is off to a great start! What do you have to share today?

Max words count: 200
Theme: Light

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Microfiction Monday is coming up again on…*checks notes* …Monday.

This week’s prompt is: Light

200 words or fewer.
#Microfiction #MicrofictionMonday