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Flash Fiction #608 -- Do not waken/3

 "Run!" Rose yelled.I barely heard the word over the strange rumbling roar that came from the ground.  Everything trembled.  I'd never been in an earthquake before, and I did not like it.  Then I wondered why we were running.  We didn't want to be around those trees that kept swaying --"Dragon!" Rose yelled as she reached me.I ran.My leg was not up to this sort of workout

Flash Fiction #607 -- Do Not Waken/2

 The Pixie darted everywhere with a nervous energy that made me worry there was more going on again.  I was using my power to keep my leg from giving out.  Besides, I already knew what was out there.  I left it to my companions to find us a path away from them.The Wolf appeared.  Even though Rose had warned me, I still gave a slight yelp. I heard what sounded like an

Flash Fiction #606 -- Do Not Waken/1

 "You don't have to go," Uncle Tef insisted, even as I packed the last of my belongings in the cloth bag.  "We need you, Coln --"I barely kept a snarl from my face as I turned to the stout little man who almost reached my chin. I knew my height annoyed him. Very many things annoyed Uncle Tef, probably everything I did."The commission is only five miles away," I said as I shouldered the

Flash Fiction #605 -- The New Frog (Drabble)

 A new frog turned up in the pond on a July morning. He simply plopped into the water and began bouncing around, startling everything nearby."Sit down in the mud!" several frogs shouted.  "Be still or you'll get us all killed!""I can't be a frog!" he shouted."Looks like a frog.""Sounds like a frog.""Jumps like a frog.""You might as well accept it, son. You are now a frog. Ask the others

Flash Fiction #604 -- Alien (Drabble)

 Humans have strange ideas about aliens. They imagine us as ugly, bug-eyed creatures with razor teeth (humans have a fascination with teeth), or we are tall, beautiful humanoids who often turn out to be evil.Been there. Done that.Pretending to be human is an infuriating act of self-inflicted insanity. I decided I would try a different approach. I would study the humans from the

Flash Fiction #603 -- A Dog's Dictionary of Squirrels

Flash Fiction #602 -- Winter Tale/4 (Drabble)

 Albert the snowman watched cars whiz by on the nearby road.  One day he did something daring.  He saw a car racing along the cross street and knew what would happen.  He waved his stick-arms, drew a young child to run to him, and the others followed.The car spun on ice, jumped the curb, and smashed into the bus stop where the family would have been sitting. No one believed

Flash Fiction #601 -- A Change of Lace

 The humans were getting rowdy again, barely six thousand years after the Trojan Fiasco. Apollo turned over in bed, mumbling something impolite and crude about humans. Still, it didn't stop them from getting louder.Getting sleep was proving more difficult by the century.  Even fluffy, soft white clouds couldn't muffle the noise. Apollo went so far as to kick at the closest clouds and

Flash Fiction #600-- Introducing...

 Welcome to the world of Macready and LeeLee, two cat private detectives determined to make the world a better place -- at least for cats. Working out of a mostly abandoned office building in downtown, they do their best not to draw human attention while solving crimes in the animal world.Dealing with the underground network of rats or rival raccoon street gangs is no easy task for two small

Flash Fiction 599 -- Winter Tales/3 (Drabble)

  A cranky, old dragon heats my house. I realized this the first winter. We set the temperature and could hear him in the basement: click, clack, click, rumble, squeal -- and heat.Despite the rumbles and squeals, the old dragon worked well.  However, you could tell the days when he wasn't happy. His squeals grew louder and stopped in mid-shriek.BANGThe door to his secret room