My second 50-word story was published by blink-ink. This is a subscription-based quarterly publication, and I urge you to sign up and support it. Twelve bucks a year for a quartet of nifty fifties. What, that’s like three lattes?
Time to cut down on caffeine and start the day with more microfiction.
tweetpulp, a new Twitterzine, published my short, short, short pulp fiction tale.
Masters of the art of haiku will poo-poo the stanzas in my piece. They will scoff, “not nature-y enough or in the Japanese tradition.” A rejection from another mag had words to this effect. A Quiet Courage saw the 5/7/5 format and recognized the title for what it was: a reflection of the character who was writing the verse. They published it in June 2017.
by DL Shirey
Quite cold this morning.
Someone stole my shopping cart
with my heavy coat.
Don’t move or intrude,
never meet eyes, sit meekly,
raise cup, jingle coins.
My 100-word story was originally published by The Drabble on January 25, 2017. This journal’s slogan is “shortness of breadth” and what they publish proves that tiny storytelling can be an art. This story is about a mining disaster, a news story I read about. The part about Limbs and Misc. is complete fabrication.
by DL Shirey
Afterwards, they called themselves the Dead Gang. Survivors, covered in dust, still on the clock, piling intact bodies onto pallets. Parts tossed in two bins labeled LIMBS and MISC.
Once the elevator started again, the job went quicker. It didn’t get easier. At end of shift coveralls and work gloves were burned, the Dead Gang given an extra day off.
Conversations at the bar that night were slurred, but grim flashbacks were not. All those hands, fleshed and unfleshed, aimed every direction, alleging blame. Some fingers pointed to heaven, others hell, most at the mineshaft. Never at the Dead Gang.
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Issue #27 from Blink-Ink features 26 microfiction stories, including a 50-word story from yours truly. Pocket-sized and nicely printed, lots or hard work and fine words go into each issue. I urge you to subscribe today and support this publisher.
In September 2016 my 50-word story was published by 50-Word Stories. What are the odds of that? The idea sprang from one simple word: LOBE. Enjoy, if you will:
by DL Shirey
The first one gets a careful trim; blade running along edges for a new, neat, well-sculpted line. For the second, I cut off the lobe completely. I hear people scream reactions to my previous work. There are worse things to do in a retirement home than reshape jigsaw puzzle pieces.
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Published Monday, June 6, 2016 in
Microfiction Monday Magazine
“Surf Guitar,” a 100-word story was published by Microfiction Monday Magazine. The soundtrack for the piece came before writing it. I happened on a band I hadn’t heard before: Daikaiju. The word in Japanese means “giant monster,” but to me, as inspiration for this brief, grizzly tale, it was the band’s giant surf-rock sound. Please do not read this less than hour before swimming.
by DL Shirey
My little sister’s screams filter through salt water like the tremolo of a surf guitar. Who knew the undertow had a soundtrack? It crouches out where the slant of sand drops deep, always moving, crabbing sideways behind bones of coral, peeking up, pulling hard.
I call to my sister. The words skitter up the frets of my throat into a useless strangle of bubbles, left behind with scratched strings of flesh, cut by coral, picked by fish.
Black-green stands of seaweed block what little light remains. The last thing I see are long shadows swaying to the strums of riptide.
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