Black brother bound, begging, barely breathing, betrayed by badged bullies. Bystanders being blind. Bureaucracy bubble bursts. Battle begins. Be bold, be boisterous, build bridges because BlackLivesMatter. Be better, break bread, bond but be beneficial. Begin by believing blacks’ burdens, brokenness, bitterness, baggage. Breathe, Buddy, breathe. Be blessed beyond belief. BlackLivesMatter.
Lisa Miller loves living in Oregon, moving from Portland and out to the country recently. She loves her family but has had trouble writing since they moved in. She says it’s worth it, though, and her creativity is slowly creeping back.
“Rats running rampant!” remarks Rachel’s red-headed roommate, Rose.
“Repulsive!” Rachel responds, remembering recent requests regarding rat removal.
“Realistically, rundown rentals’re routinely risky,” replies Rose. “Rodents return repeatedly.”
Rachel rebels, ruining ritzy relative’s rental. Regardless, relative responds requesting Rachel restore Roaring River Ranch Resort.
Realizing rambunctious raccoons reside, Rose runs, relocating.
Lisa Miller wrote this story.
Phineas Phelps found figurative fiction fascinating, frankly.
As an author, alliteration always added authenticity.
He carefully crafted creative copy, constantly cultivating killer quotable content.
Naturally, news networks need new knowledgeable know-it-alls, Phineas figured.
His hottest headline?
Prayer Park Pair Peeps Pope Pooping Per Private Property; Prez Promises Prompt Papal Persecution.
Jonathan writes written words by tepidly typing text. You can find more micro writing of his on Twitter.
Wayward Willie was warned—woods were worrisome.
Wayward Willie walks woodward, whistling.
Werewolf wanders, weary.
Werewolf whiffs, wonders. “Whistling wimp, walking woodward? Wonderful!”
Werewolf wallops wayward Willie. Willie whimpers.
Werewolf Willie wakes.
Werewolf Willie whiffs.
Werewolf wanders, weary.
Werewolf Willie wanders, whistling, wayward.
Maura Yzmore’s day job involves quantum mechanics, dry-erase markers, and bad puns. She lives with her family in the American Midwest. Maura’s short fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in The Fiction Pool, Storyland, Microfiction Monday Magazine, The Dirty Pool, and 50-Word Stories. See more at maurayzmore.com.
Sydney the snake slid down a slippery slope.
Since getting stuck in a snare made of sticks and some string, she’d somehow succumbed to an embarrassing, sibilant stutter. She was sneakily slithering in search of a slimy, secret spot where she could sink into obscurity.
Sadly, she never found it.
This story was based on a title suggested by @danzama.
Tara told Tammy to try to stop telling tall tales. But Tammy bragged about her bossy big brother Ben: he had the hugest, heaviest head. Fortunately, Fred’s freakish feet were far funnier. Larry and Laurie laughed and laughed and laughed, long and loud.
Alice ardently, angrily ate all the alliterators.