#Micro-fiction

[polyamoryfacts]

Non-monogamy terms explained with the Ides of March

partner: A knife lies before you. You grab it. It fits into your hand perfectly.

new relationship energy: You feel invigorated. Your friends start gently complaining how you and your knife are joined at the hip.

nesting partner: You have brought the knife home. You can see yourself spending a significant amount of time with the knife around each day.

spouse: You decide you and this knife will stay together till death you parts.

munch: your senator pal Brutus invites you to dinner. You bring your knife. Of course you bring your knife. You have fun and decide to come back.

scene friends: Brutus and his knife like you and your knife.

private play party: They invite you to a more exclusive event. It will be just them and you and about 50 or 60 other people.

don't ask, don't tell: You go there. You have a hunch you know all of those people, but with what Brutus is discussing, you would rather not have it confirmed.

swinging: That night, in preparation for what is to come, you try handling all sorts of different knives. In the end, you return home with the knife you brought. You are happier for it, yet plagued with worry about whether you have done the right thing.

kitchen table polyamory: people sure have brought a lot of knives to this senate meeting.

polycule: You and the others are surrounding Caesar. You can barely make out which knife belongs to whom. Maybe it doesn't matter.

metamour: You stand over Caesar, about to stab him. You glance up and see another person about to stab Caesar. You nod. They nod back.

compersion: They reach out and gently adjust your grip on your knife. And while it is your knife still, in this moment, you both share a bond unique and different than the one of a senator and his knife.

aftercare: Caesar is lying dead on the floor of the hall. You absentmindedly polish your knife. You are not sure if you are present in this reality.

community leader: that asshole Marc Anthony is holding a speech. You realize nothing good ever comes out of someone calling himself "not an orator" in a public speech.

relationship anarchy: the plebs is burning down your house. You are not sure where your knife is or whether you should care at this point.

#honestly not sure how to tag this #cw stabbing #micro-fiction #ides of march

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

#semicolon #carry on #carried on #keep going #punctuation #punctuation mark #suicide #988 #100 word story #short story #story #microfiction #micro-fiction #remember #memory #The Mad Sonneteer #Bud Koenemund #Koenemund

[elazul-sasayaki]

Nap-Dream:

"They don't listen, ya know."

The figure in the yellow hoodie scribbles in his notebook as he speaks.

"The gods don't listen. Anxiety isn't just a mortal issue, you see. They wanted to see if they could, but weren't prepared for the responsibility that came with."

#Dream Journal #Micro-Fiction #The guy in the yellow hoodie goes by Ryan #He's... Not even close to a human as he appears #Kinda just showed up in my brain one day chatting with all my OCs and Aspects #He likes imitating them at the weirdest of times #Making any given one's influence in my decisions even stronger than the others'

[naamayehuda]

Just To Rub It In

Just To Rub It In

  “You should have let them check it first.” “It’s not that bad,” Stephen tried. “You always act as if you know everything,” Martha pressed. “Five more minutes and they would have found the glitch.” Stephen shrugged. “I’ll fix it.” “Like you did the hole in our sky?” Martha retorted, satisfied with how his hands tightened on the steering wheel. At least he was getting a taste of the frustration…

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#100WordChallenge #Arguments #Flash Fiction #Friday Fictioneers #Glitch #Micro-fiction #Photo prompt #Relationships #simulation #Taking directions

[cjjasp]

Discipline and Micro Fiction #amwriting

I think of writing as a muscle, one that must be exercised the same as other muscles. We’re healthiest when we exercise regularly. Once writing becomes a behavioral habit, we find we can’t go very long without indulging it. The more frequently you write, the more confident you become. Spending a small amount of time writing every day is crucial. It develops discipline, and personal discipline is…

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#drabbles #how to write a drabble #micro-fiction #writing

[jimflanigan]

Get Unblocked!

Winter should be a great time to write. For me, winter is also a time for me to be seasonally depressed, so my writing does not flow nicely like pus from a lanced boil. That’s more of how I feel in the winter – like a lanced boil. It doesn’t help that we just had our first snowfall of substance this weekend, and there’s more snow forecasted on the way this week. Gross. So, I thought I’d force my…

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#comedy #contest #funny #humor #micro-fiction #storytwigs #writer&039;s block #writing

[chicagocowboy]

Flames of fate spark lesson in humanity

Jill left her pickup in a dense thicket behind Boone Cragg’s farmhouse, a sentinel of peeling paint and warped wood in the North Dakota night. The locked back door only demanded a gentle nudge to allow entry. Jill stepped inside, then pushed the door shut, re-engaging the lock. She navigated through the shadowed home, her senses heightened; a cloying chemical scent led her to the basement…

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#crime #flash fiction #micro-fiction #North Dakota #survivalists

[devonellington]

Fri. Aug. 25, 2023: Upcoming Theatrical Weekend

image courtesy of David Mark via pixabay.com Friday, August 25, 2023 Waxing Moon Pluto, Saturn, Neptune, Venus, Chiron, Mercury Retrograde Rainy and cool Rain. Again. I’m trying to be grateful: grateful it’s not snow. Grateful there’s no drought this year. But I’m tired of the rain. Anyone else feel like we’re being “over-adviced”? I just want some peace and quiet. We should be burning down…

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#advice #ANGEL HUNT #cat #Clark Art Instittue #computer #Deadly Dramatics #dinner #Focus #laundry #Legerdemain #library #micro-fiction #Nightwood Creatryx #opera #rain #reading #surgery #theatre #Yoga

[thechaosarchives]

Whispers from the Attic

As the storm raged outside, the lights flickered, and strange noises echoed through the old house. She sat in the darkness, an anonymous note resting in her hands: “I know what you did. You cannot escape the consequences.” Heart pounding, she stared out the window. Watching the rain, she wondered if her past had finally caught up to her. Behind her, the attic door creaked open. Inside she found…

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#creative writing #Horror #Micro-Fiction #Mystery #Shortstory #Slice of Life #Story #Thriller

[lilyionamackenzie]

Meet the author Monday! Welcome to Michael Keith, a lover of micro-fiction. Join us!

Meet the author Monday! Welcome to Michael Keith, a lover of micro-fiction. Join us!

Michal C. Keith, is associate professor emeritus at Boston College. Known for his work in radio studies, he received several awards, among them the Lifetime Achievement Award in Scholarship from the Broadcast Education Association and the Frank Stanton Fellowship from the International Radio Television Association. Prior to entering academe he was a radio broadcaster. He has received critical…

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#Michael C. Keith #micro-fiction #radio studies

[devourthedaybluebird]

Esca, Her House, And The Person Who Jiggles The Doorknobs

Molars make excellent decorations, if only one knows how to arrange them. - Esca

Part 1 Molars make excellent decorations, if only one knows how to arrange them. Esca, personally, liked to add them to the taxidermied heads of the years-dead deer which adorned her mansion’s walls. Nothing unsettled guests more than molars and Esca made it a point to keep her company on edge so as to soothe her own nerves. This very same tactic had served her well over the years, starting from…

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#amwriting #Micro-fiction #writerscommunity #writing #writingcommunity

[naamayehuda]

A Table For Two

  She placed the heavy chairs just so. Added a table that was dumped in front of the Crumble Cafe when the owners changed and the new management did away with all the old stuff. Staff included. All of them kicked to the curb. She had no job, but could be a foster mama to a table. Especially as she had already two chairs waiting. Cast iron to pair with the castoff. “A table for two,” she told…

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#100WordChallenge #Best friends #Creative writing #Flash Fiction #Friday Fictioneers #Just for fun #Making do #Micro-fiction #New Beginnings #Photo Challenge

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Dogwalker - 421 words

[unknown number] Hi. Sorry to bother you, Pete gave me your number. I’m looking for a dog walker, he said you might know someone?  Thanks, Remus

hi remus i’ll ask around, what are the dates? sirius

This Thursday? Hopefully for 2 weeks but I’m having an op so might change I know it’s short notice but everything fell through and I'm running out ideas

sorry, just talking to pete  i’ll do it

You will? 

yeah  i work round the corner, i can take him out at lunch

Thank you so much you're a lifesaver

no probs

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Thanks for today I think Padfoot likes you

good bc I like him too also no offence, when pete said knee replacement i was expecting a grandpa

None taken  And no offence, when Pete said dog groomer, I wasn’t expecting so much leather and tattoos

no offence taken ;)

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[attached photo] stick maybe coming home with us

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[attached photo] You've knackered him out

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I have phsyio this morning Key is in flowerpot if I'm not back 

no worries

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how was it?

An hour of them teaching me how to bend my knee Like I haven’t been doing that my whole life??

well… you werent doing a great job of it if they had to replace it

Hilarious.

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[attached photo] He’s waiting for you He knows your late

sorry padfoot :(( tell him ill be 5 mins x

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okay so slight incident

What happened??

[attached photo] big fan of muddy puddles

Oh jesus

ill take him back to work and clean him up

You really don't have to  I can bath him

no offence ive seen you hobbling about you cant  wrangle him into a bath and kneel down to wash him 

I can handle it You’ve done enough already

its fine i had a cancellation won’t be a full pamper but youll have a squeaky clean pup back at 2

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I dont think Padfoot's ever smelt so good

thats the blueberry pawfume 

The what

pawfume dog perfume blueberry scented

didn't know that was a thing 

next opening  i have hes getting the spa treatment

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PT's cleared me for low-impact exercise  Aka get off my arse and start walking more

Oh congrats! I mean I’ll miss padfoot But glad ur healing good :)

Well You can still come with? Padfoot really likes you And I like talking to you

I like talking to you too

Or I coud take you out to dinner? As a thank you for everything I couldn't have coped without you

It’s a date x

#the absolute rage when i copied this over from my docs a relaised tumblr doesnt do right aligment and i had to reformat the whole thing???? #but also i can get away with not as much proofing bc any typos are intentional style choices sksksklksk #remus lupin #marauders #sirius black #wolfstar #complete #oneshot #micro fiction #wolfstar fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #maddy writes #texting fic #dog walker au #modern au #remus x sirius #wolfstar microfic

[insomniac-dot-ink]

The Language of Wolves, a Fairy Tale

There is a wolf with the voice of a person up on the hill. Travelers were sent there, both the lucky and unlucky sorts, if they could not speak the common tongue. The wolf had mastered any language he had ever heard and the people of the valley were both reasonable and warry. Send the travelers to the wolf, they said, bound by hospitality, and ask him who taught him how to speak or else whose witches throat he tore out and stitched into his own.

Many unsuspecting pilgrims, soldiers, merchants, and wayward souls, found themselves on the doorstep of a creature wearing silks and smiling in fangs. He knew their local songs though, every bit of story, and they woke in the morning with their lives intact and bags un-stolen. So the wolf remained even as borders shifted and languages died, even as scholars arrived and the wolf refused all questions on the nature of its knowledge. A humble beast it said, wearing coats of finest red only as the lords allow it.

Monks whispered of a miracle, nuns gave a pilgrimage of fresh goats and blood to the wolf at his doorstep, holy wanderers said perhaps even wolves had souls–even wolves could be saved. Others, of course, only asked more questions. 

Finally, there came a tricky man. Aged and silver, unwed, a scholar and a soldier both, coming from afar and very close all at once. The Scholar Soldier came in the downpour and the night, shed his muddy boots on the poor beast’s rug, and spoke in guttural tongues. The wolf’s eyes narrowed, and he used the voice of every person to ask where the Scholar Soldier came from. And the man spoke in tongues until the wolf’s ears laid flat against his head.

Do you not recognize it? said the Scholar Soldier, how can you not? The Scholar Soldier threw back his head and let out a howl–for he had fought in fairy wars, on the side of beasts, and knew the language of the wolves from the very first. The wolf tore off his fine red coat, tore at his beautiful cravat, and wept upon his floor. Can you take it back? he cried, can you make me whole?

Not a gift, of course, but a curse. As a mother turns away from her cub, placing a thorn in his throat that made him able to practice every language in the world but his own. Thrown out. The Scholar Soldier took pity on the old wolf and took him as a groom. They could be happy, he said, even if they were speaking with words never their own.

#I am doing a hundred day microfiction challenge #fairy tales #flash fic #fantasy story #spilled ink #flash fiction #micro fiction

[chicagocowboy]

Human remains spook Wyoming elk hunters

Frank and Eddie struggled through the snow with rifles over their shoulders in Wyoming’s wilderness heart. Winter claimed the land, turning the rugged terrain into a white, uncharted expanse. Frank, the more experienced, led. His hawk-sharp eyes scanned the landscape. On his first hunt, Eddie followed, his breath clouding in the frigid air. They tracked an elk for miles, following its…

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#flash fiction #Hunters #micro-fiction #microfiction #Red Desert #skull #Wyoming