Maria enjoyed watching them play. Omar enjoyed making his sister run.
"Cellar!"
Without hesitation, they all ran.
"BOOM."
Omar wept.
"It’s OK," Maria confidently reassured them.
Blue skies above the rubble.
The cellar murmured.
"Look" Fatima said, running her fingers through her sand filled hair.
Instantly, Maria pushed them into the stairwell.
"Mama!"
Maria, immobilized under debris, but conscience, yelled
"Omar, Fatima. Are you OK?"
"Yes!"
“Go get help. I’m OK but go get help."
"I love you mama; I’ll save you. Promise."
"I know" knowing quite well that she had just saved her family.
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G. A. Botero
I have a million bad ideas, until a good one surfaces. Poetry, short stories, essays.
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She always wondered what it would feel like to fly. Ever since she was a child she dreamt of flying. She didn’t dream of flying like a bird or Pterosaurs like other kids. She didn't dream of it for the thrill. She dreamt of elevating her body and seeing the world from above. When she dreamt of danger, she would escape with flight, extending her arms slowly and rising to safety. Therefore, she never had nightmares. When her dreams became too intense, she would simply fly away from the danger.
By G. A. Botero3 years ago in Fiction
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After reading this a few weeks after, I realize that editing down my story to fit into the micro fiction criteria did not work. I need to revisit the original.