Scream, Dog, Baby: Hint Fiction
The fat lady was screaming about a dog taking her baby. But dogs were exctinct. And she was the youngest person on Earth.

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Scream, Dog, Baby: Hint Fiction
The fat lady was screaming about a dog taking her baby. But dogs were exctinct. And she was the youngest person on Earth.
Orphan: A Short Story
I am an orphan, they say, so I must be special. Except I’m not, not really. I mean, I’m not special. There’s nothing special about me. And I’m not really an orphan, either. I may live in an orphanage, but my mother still lives. I see her sometimes on my way back from school, standing on the corner, waiting for her next client. Sometimes they give her money. Sometimes they give her drugs.…
They Come While You Sleep: A Short Story
They come while you sleep, and then they take something. It’s not always bad. They took Uncle Bob’s leg — Dad says he was diabetic — but they also took Aunt Miranda’s cancer, and that’s good. They might take your tooth, and no, you don’t get a coin. Or they take your nail clippings that the scary neighbor lady was keeping for some reason. They might take a lot of your hair and give it to a sick…
The Four Words: A Short Story
It’s not fair, the nice sister thinks, hugging her knees, rocking, dreading the moment they’ll come to her room again. It’s not fair, the nice sister thinks as they enter her room, demanding that she speaks, beating her with a stick. Barbed stick, this time. It’s not fair, the nice sister thinks while she screams, while the neighbor threatens that he will hurt her even worse, that he will make…
Taking a Break From Hint Fiction
After 450 super-short pieces (you’ve read that right, so far, there are four hundred and fifty hint fictions), I’m taking a break, to see what I’ve got and what can I do with it. It might take a while. You’ll get to see three short stories (500-600 words each) pretty soon, and after that… I have no idea. Thanks for sticking with me!
One for the Road: Hint Fiction
One for the road turned into an all-night drinking. As usual. Except that this time, a bomb hit. And the world ended. No more nagging.
How the Aliens Got Themselves an Angry Cat: Hint Fiction
A fallen spaceship. A single survivor. The ship’s cat. “Oh, good,” the aliens said. “We were afraid we killed you, too.” The cat attacked.
Our Lucky Star: Hint Fiction
We followed our lucky star. It led us straight into a brothel. Well. It wasn’t wrong.
The Witches: Hint Fiction
The witches ate my family, Officer. My wife and kids. I swear it, Officer. The confused dog wagged its tail at the rambling man.
Something Lost, Something Found: Hint Fiction
Grandma got lost in the snow. We never found her. All we found was a white cat. Nobody complained.
The Last Mage: Hint Fiction
They set the last mage on fire. He cursed them, but magic died with him, and nothing happened. Nothing ever happened again.
A Knife in My Hand: Hint Fiction
A knife in my hand. A body in front of me. But I don’t have hands with opposable thumbs. I have paws. Where are they?
What Dreams May Come: Hint Fiction
I wake up next to my cat. Acid rain outside. Again. We fall asleep again. Perchance to dream.
The Library Witch: Hint Fiction
“Just some books on spices, for tasty meals,” explained the library witch to my husband. “She could certainly use that.” Belladonna will do nicely.
The Fireplace: Hint Fiction
We buried Mommy in front of the fireplace. Daddy said she would now protect us. But she was never able to protect us from him.
Christmases: Hint Fiction
Christmas according to one calendar, Christmas according to another calendar… It didn’t matter. We will never be able to leave the shelter again.
Christmas Gift: Hint Fiction
For Christmas, I’m giving you my heart. Well. It’s in my bag, so it’s mine now.