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Micro Fiction From the Beach Vol 9

Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in psychology.

Not everything is sunshine and rainbows but the cool thing is in a Micro Fiction story everything doesn’t have to be perfect. All a micro fiction story has to be is, well in these stories 99 words no more no less.

In 99 words you can craft any genre of story you want. Here is this latest offering of Micro Fiction from the Jersey Shore.


“What’s that THING in your backpack?”

“It's my new pet dragon.”

“But dragon’s aren’t real. They’re the things of fantasy stories.

“Then why is there one in my backpack?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?

“Well to keep the story short. I found a big egg in a cave. I took it home and hid it under some blankets. The next day...a baby dragon.”

“You can’t keep it.”

“I don’t see why not…”

“Well for one thing. There is the big angry dragon standing behind you with a mean look.”

He turned to look.

“Oh crap!”


He knelt on the grave. “I won’t forget what I learned the last time I lived.”

“Who was he?”

He turned and looked up at the woman standing with him.

“Ummm,” He thought about what he should say. He couldn’t tell her he was once the man in the grave. He said the only thing he could think of. “He was my grandfather. I never met him.”

The woman named Lynn looked at him. “ Why haven’t you ever come here before?”

The man named Newt looked at her. “No reason.”

“But why now?”

“I felt like it was time.”


“Why are you telling me you ripped a hole to another dimension through your washing machine? You been hitting the wine again?”

“For the record HONEY, I said the dryer.”

“That’s not the point here…”

He hand flipped up. “Follow me.”

He followed his wife into the laundry room. “Why is the dryer window glowing?”

She scowled. “Have you not been listening?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t believe you.”

She walked over the dryer and opened the dryer door. “Okay, have a look.”

He walked over, looked inside, pulled his head back. Shut the door. Something crashed into the door.


John looked out his front window.

“John, what are you doing”

“I’m looking over at the Walter’s house.”


“I was over talking to Biil the other day. He’s been laid off from his job for a while…” John glanced back across the street. “The money is getting tight and he doesn’t know how he is going to make ends meet.”

John looked at his wife Gloria. “I’ve got an idea,” She left for a few moments then came back. “I made some calls.”

A little while later a car pulled up at the Walter’s and left some boxes.


“You know I didn’t have this much trouble when I was dead. I was peaceful laying in my coffin. Then you came along.”

“The world needs you….”

“What couldn’t another so called super hero handle your little emergency.”

“There aren’t around with your talents.

“Max, I told you when I died the last time I wanted out. The world doesn’t respect superheroes any more. We’re no longer the one to be emulated. We’re the ones they spit on, throw things at…”

“C’mon Zephyr, I know all that but the world still needs you.”

“This is the last time.”



“Dude, what’s on your head?”

“It’s a hat...what’s it look like?”

“Well...if you must know the sorting hat from Harry Potter. Take it off before someone sees you.”

“I can’t…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you hear won’t come off. I woke up this morning and I was wearing the hat. I tried to pull it off...well… it’s stuck there.”

“Hold on babe. Let me see if I can pull it off.” She walked over and pulled on the hat. “It won’t come off...why?”

“Gloria, if I knew. I’d take it off.”

“See I remembered.”

Joe looked down at the thing in his hand. He turned it over. “What is it?”

“I’m hurt darling. You’ve been asking for one for years now.”

“Louise, you have got to be kidding. This is not the car I wanted. It is a hard glob of...well I don’t know what.”

“No, not the car. It is the dog you asked for.”

“The dog ...this is no dog. Having you been hitting the wine already?”

“No silly. Here let me see it.”

He handed her the object. She closed her eyes. Suddenly a dog appeared.

Thank you for taking the time to read each of these stories. I offer up the stories for your use as beginning to longer stories. All I ask is a shout out in the credits. Until next time stay safe and keep reading and writing.

© 2020 Timothy Whitt