Michael Scott
Independent Journalist at Freelance
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5 days ago |
medium.com | Michael Scott
Four blocky letters, M A T H, sat neatly on the bubblegum-pink surface, like a child’s toy. The colors clashed — bright, cheerful, too clean. Killian frowned. She had no memory of putting them there. They weren’t magnets. Not part of any set. Just… there. By noon, they’d moved. M was on the windowsill. A on the kitchen counter. T is near the bathroom sink. H rested at the foot of her bed. No one else had been inside. That night, the letters returned to their original lineup. MATH. But something was different.
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6 days ago |
medium.com | Michael Scott
Where you’ll discover short fiction that makes you smile, laugh out loud, get a little choked up, or become inspired. Follow publicationAt Camp Solstice, clothing was banned; everybody was exposed, literally and otherwise. By day, the colony thrived on sun, laughter, and lake water. But at night, something changed. The woods grew too still. The shadows pressed in too close.
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1 week ago |
medium.com | Michael Scott
Where you’ll discover short fiction that makes you smile, laugh out loud, get a little choked up, or become inspired. Follow publicationHarry and Larry crouched behind the neon windmill on Hole 7, cheeks stuffed with stolen popcorn. “You see that?” Harry whispered. “Kid just whacked his ball into the clown’s mouth. Rookie move.”Larry snorted. “Clown spits it straight into the water trap. Every. Time.”Sure enough, the ball rolled in and promptly splashed into the moat.
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1 week ago |
medium.com | Michael Scott
Where you’ll discover short fiction that makes you smile, laugh out loud, get a little choked up, or become inspired. Follow publicationPhil drove his FedEx truck like he was in The Fast and the Furious. Fedora tipped just right, sunglasses always on. Deliver. Pose. Nod. Repeat. Meanwhile, in the dashboard air vent, Mortimer the Mouse was losing his tiny mind. Mortimer had hopped aboard in search of a granola crumb.
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1 week ago |
medium.com | Michael Scott
For readers who crave mystery, thrill, and otherworldly adventures, our pages are filled with the uncanny, the macabre, and the extraordinary. Follow publicationThey were city kids, not the camping type. But Haley’s boyfriend had booked a remote forest cabin for her birthday. No phones. No signal. Just trees, stars, and silence. And Jared, who couldn’t stop joking about witches. The first night, they drank by the fire and talked about superstitions. “You know the one about salt, right?” Jared said.
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