The Genres
Vocal Community Microfiction Series - Fiction
The Genres ogled the debut book, its copies arranged into a towering stack.
"Definitely mine," Fantasy said. "I'll need a new shelf!"
"Wait..." Horror jabbed at the cover. "It says Terror-"
"-of the Red Dragon," Fantasy finished. "So, mine."
"But they're kissing on the cover!" Romance pointed out.
"And I'm pretty sure that chick's holding a gun," said Sci-Fi.
Mystery sighed. "So it's Fiction. Again."
"You mean Miscellaneous?"
"Who said that?" Fiction glared around them. "Humph! Sounded like a Genre that can't fill half the store!"
Silence fell when the lights flicked on.
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Lol, brilliant! I simply adore the images this creates 🤩
Love it & love the picture. I want to build an arch like that (except the cat would knock it down, causing it to collapse on top of her, so... maybe not).
This was genius!
Oh I absolutely loved that! The personification of the genres! Really inventive, and they really would have that conversation, would they? Truly unique and original idea, LOVE it!
Fabulous!!!💖💖💕
Awesomeness ❤️‼️
This was terrific! Well done, Loryne!
I like this set up!