Category Archives: Microfiction

How to Kill a Rogue Yard Gnome, Part I

Posted on January 30, 2013 by B Gourley

[NOTE: This was also posted on my Tao of Loafing site.] Five nights ago, coming home at days end, nosing my car into the drive, I startled. Where my headlights should have roamed over a patch of bare grass, instead … Continue reading →

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Lucy’s Charm: A Short Story

Posted on August 18, 2012 by B Gourley

A distant scream jarred Mac from his sleep. Continue reading →

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The Second Coming of John Frum, Pt. II

Posted on November 25, 2011 by B Gourley

[The first part of this story can be viewed here.] In a globalized world, it was surprisingly easy and affordable to ship a container to this island that didn’t appear on most world maps or globes. Frum had been shocked … Continue reading →

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An Unlikely Executioner

Posted on March 7, 2011 by B Gourley

The beast’s body was in the light, but its head immersed in shadow. It was the body of a man, and would have been a fine body- fit and muscular- were it not for its various grotesqueries. The skin was so taught … Continue reading →

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The Bearer of Bad Tidings

Posted on March 4, 2011 by B Gourley

A metronomic clack of hard leather soles emanated from pavement behind me. It was a still and quiet night. The streets had been long abandoned for the evening. So when the time between those impacts into the sidewalk became shorter … Continue reading →

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Fog Monster

Posted on February 28, 2011 by B Gourley

When the fog glides in overland, one never knows what comes in with it. The blanket of gray lies in striations such that in some pockets of elevation one can see clearly while at others one can’t see hand before face. Oh, they … Continue reading →

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Reflection of a Killer

Posted on February 18, 2011 by B Gourley

Mister Murtha sits on a bench in the building’s atrium with knees frenetically bouncing together and apart. He’s got a folded paper in his lap, but he doesn’t look like the paper-reading type. He’s distracted by the din of the … Continue reading →

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Your Virtual Friend

Posted on February 18, 2011 by B Gourley

I am a virtual friend. You know me from FaceBook, but the face you know is not my own. I have no face. I have no body. I exist as an infinite stream of 1’s and 0’s. Does this change … Continue reading →

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A Hobo’s Discourse on Marketing

Posted on February 16, 2011 by B Gourley

The old man rambled on and was a great source of amusement to the kids. “…They beam it right into your head. … an insatiable desire for potato crisps. You know they’re doing it, but still you must have the … Continue reading →

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Departure Lounge

Posted on February 15, 2011 by B Gourley

The train struggled to leave the station as if weighed down by the collective gravity of love between lovers, spouses, family, and friends. Those invisible bonds stretched, but were not diminished, by the massive might of the locomotive.

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