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"Huh. A nightgown," the young skeleton observed.
"Oh, no. Pink? Honey brown hair? Looks like an 'A-U' 'Laurie?'" Death asked.
"Yes, yes, and yes. How—? Oh, she's headed this way."
"Shit..." Death tried to look extremely busy with a box of spaghetti.
"Forget your scythe?" the woman asked sharply.
"It's on hand," Death read the ingredients harder than he'd read any ingredients since bell bottoms were in style. Then again her haircut could have passed for the same decade.
"Cut the crap and look at me. You don't eat and neither does he."
Death sighed and put the box back. "Do you have a question, or is this just idle curiosity?"
"I know where he came from."
"Oh, good, that makes one of us."
The woman smirked.
"They dropped some new Mystery Bears variant," Death explained. "Movie night and I thought his little friends would appreciate it."
The woman tossed her hair and strode off.
"Who was that?"
"Life. Frankly I'm surprised she's not your mom."
"You—?"
"No."
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I feel fine anywhere inside the Locust, and even outside when when I go inspect the hull. But I enter the engine room, whether during conventional flight or hypervelocity, only in case of *absolute need*. I’ve seen what can happen there.
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Nesso, the AI, rolled up in its telepresence robot to stand next to where Jacob was working. ::Jacob, do you ever wish things could go back to the way things were before?::
Jacob looked up from his computer. "Before the team and I found out we were characters in a sci-fi series, and that you and we were all written by the same person?"
::Yes::
Jacob gave that some thought. "No, I don't think so. It was fun building silly contraptions like gumball machines to dispense your daily meds, but now..."
::Wait - you never built that::
Jacob frowned. "You're right - I didn't, but it sounds like something I would do. Where DID that idea come from?" He thought for a moment. "Nesso, did Author keep a list of story ideas?"
::Yes::
"Is the gumball machine there?"
A pause. ::Yes, it is::
"So, I can 'remember' stuff in that document?"
::Apparently::
"Hmm. What else is in that document?"
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#microfiction
Once i had all the safety gear on – and there was a lot – they led me to a giant steel door."I thought," I said, having to raise my voice to be heard through the layers of padding in the helmet, "that you were hiring an IT manager?"
"We are," they said, beckoning me over and throwing open a little port in the door.
They indicated that I should look through the port. Hot red light poured through it.
"Behold: IT."
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At first Misleidy created #cocktails based on phrases that irritated her as lead-ins for social media posts, things like the Buckle Up, the Strap In, and the Gentle Reminder. Then she took to naming them after depressing news (drink your sorrows, right?) Those drinks included the Overton Window Shift, the AI Boom, and the K-Shaped Economy. But more recently she's been creating drinks based on logical fallacies. Would you care for a Sunk Costs? How about a No True Scotsman?
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A 100-word #microfiction for the Friday Fictioneers.
https://ghlearner.wordpress.com/2026/05/13/its-what-you-see-friday-fictioneers-flash-fiction-2/
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I warily eyed my companion's face. "That is a truly #fearsome smile."
"Thank you!" His voice quivered, and smoke leaked from his nostrils. "I hope the princess likes it."
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My neighbour moved into her house over a year ago.
She has never put her bins out.
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My neighbour moved into her house over a year ago.
She has never put her bins out.
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My neighbour moved into her house over a year ago.
She has never put her bins out.
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My neighbour moved into her house over a year ago.
She has never put her bins out.
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En 1973, un homme en complet noir fut renversé par une voiture alors qu'il traversait un carrefour à Baltimore. Les secours, vite arrivés sur place, furent surpris de trouver l'homme inconscient dans une flaque de sang vert.
Ils l'amenèrent aux urgences, toujours inconscient, et l'isolèrent dans une chambre. Un interne gardait sa porte.
Quand les policiers arrivèrent une dizaine de minutes plus tard, l'interne dormait, et l'homme au complet noir avait disparu. Les draps de son lit étaient tâchés de sang vert séché.
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"Author, are you there?" Antonio waited a moment and tried again. "Author?" It wasn't like him to just not respond like this.
Maggie stepped around the corner. "Everything all right, Antonio?"
The two of them were part of a software team that discovered they were characters in a series of sci-fi stories and could communicate with their own author, but they were still working out the details.
"No - one minute Author and I were chatting about motorcycles, and then he just stopped responding."
"Author," Maggie tried. "If you can hear us, can you give us a sign?"
After several long seconds, they both became aware of the familiar voice in their heads, _/Sorry about that - I'm back/_
"Oh, good! That's a relief!" Antonio relaxed. "What happened? Could you hear us?"
_/Yes - I went to look up a stat on the Suzuki, and your story window went to the background. I could hear you, but you couldn't hear me/_
Antonio laughed, "Author, you're on mute!"
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In the bone-cathedral, the Godshackles sing.
Compassion is the most heinous of divine crimes.#Ithaxar #Lore #Fantasy #WorldBuilding #WritingCommunity #MicroFiction
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"Hang on a second", Relic suddenly thought. "I thought the Shop doesn't really go where you want?"
Rith nodded. "Yeah, it's like that."
"But Mel can request a pickup whenever they need it?"
"Yup. Shop has a soft spot for them. I think it's because they eat all the termites when they come in."
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"We must #fly!" cried the mage as they ran up the hill, a wave of pursuers on their heels.
"What d'you think we're doing?" gasped the rogue. "We can't flee any faster."
"Not faster, smarter." With a grin, the mage floated upwards. "Coming?"
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"We must #fly!" cried the mage as they ran up the hill, a wave of pursuers on their heels.
"What d'you think we're doing?" gasped the rogue. "We can't flee any faster."
"Not faster, smarter." With a grin, the mage floated upwards. "Coming?"
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"We must #fly!" cried the mage as they ran up the hill, a wave of pursuers on their heels.
"What d'you think we're doing?" gasped the rogue. "We can't flee any faster."
"Not faster, smarter." With a grin, the mage floated upwards. "Coming?"
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"We must #fly!" cried the mage as they ran up the hill, a wave of pursuers on their heels.
"What d'you think we're doing?" gasped the rogue. "We can't flee any faster."
"Not faster, smarter." With a grin, the mage floated upwards. "Coming?"
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"Him?" The detective frowned. "We went to school together."
"Oh." The rookie studied the photo. "Er, were you friends?"
"No, we weren't close. He used to chew the end of his #pencil."
The rookie bit his tongue. He *wasn't* going to make a lead-poisoning joke.
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I have been reading, writing and exploring Flash, Micro and Short Short fiction over the last year. Today Dog Throat Journal published a piece of mine, which is the first time a fiction story of mine has ever been published. I am thrilled!
https://dogthroat.com/post/following-up-my-decommissioning-3rd-attempt-by-chris-lawrence
#microFiction #drabble #flashFiction #writing #writingLife #100DaysToOffload
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@notsoloud Behind some rose bushes in a perma-garden, a woman giggles: it's #JoanMastodon in the role of Jane Marple. Slowly, she searches her magnifyer glass and asks: Who was wearing that costume of a black weevil last Wednesday? Could she find any connections to the Sporespondence writer's club?
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_/Hey, that was interesting. Say that again Enzo/_
"Say what again, Author? 'Ha-ha'?" Enzo asked.
_/Yeah - that shows up as a laughing face emoji on my laptop/_
Enzo was part of a six-person software team who discovered they were characters in a sci-fi series, and later discovered they could talk with their own author, and were (mostly) carefully testing the boundaries of that link.
"If saying 'ha-ha' shows up as an emoji for you, what if you typed an emoji back?" Enzo asked.
_/Well, try this/_
Just then, the entire team dropped to the floor, laughing and crying. After a moment, they all stopped and slowly climbed back into their chairs, confused.
"Author, what did you use?" Maggie asked.
"If I had to guess - the roll-on-the-floor-laughing emoji," Jacob responded with a smirk.
_/Interesting - I never used those in my stories before/_
"Fortunately for us," Enzo retorted.
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The time traveler appears in a flash of light and levels their weapon at a tech CEO.
"Have you come to stop me from inventing sentient AI that will destroy the world?"
"No, you destroyed the world and couldn't even manage to build a sentient AI."
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The old wizard unleashed a potent stream of magic piss from the top of his magic tower. They had come to take him to the magic retirement home, and he wasn’t going down without a magical fight.
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"That was great!" As they climbed off the roller coaster, the rookie beamed.
"Just part of the job." The detective took a few wobbly steps. "Following the victim's trail."
"Didn't he buy two tickets? We'd better do it again."
"On you go, lad." His face took on a greenish tint. "I'm heading for a restorative #brandy."
"Was that where he went next?"
The detective glared.
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"That was great!" As they climbed off the roller coaster, the rookie beamed.
"Just part of the job." The detective took a few wobbly steps. "Following the victim's trail."
"Didn't he buy two tickets? We'd better do it again."
"On you go, lad." His face took on a greenish tint. "I'm heading for a restorative #brandy."
"Was that where he went next?"
The detective glared.
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"That was great!" As they climbed off the roller coaster, the rookie beamed.
"Just part of the job." The detective took a few wobbly steps. "Following the victim's trail."
"Didn't he buy two tickets? We'd better do it again."
"On you go, lad." His face took on a greenish tint. "I'm heading for a restorative #brandy."
"Was that where he went next?"
The detective glared.
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"That was great!" As they climbed off the roller coaster, the rookie beamed.
"Just part of the job." The detective took a few wobbly steps. "Following the victim's trail."
"Didn't he buy two tickets? We'd better do it again."
"On you go, lad." His face took on a greenish tint. "I'm heading for a restorative #brandy."
"Was that where he went next?"
The detective glared.
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"Author, where did you store our stories?" Reggie asked. He and the team were trying to figure out how they - sci-fi characters - became self aware. They were currently exploring the limits of the communication channel with their own Author.
_/On my laptop initially, and then backed up to the cloud/_
"Ok, so you could access them from a second device?"
_/I suppose so - why?/_
"Let's experiment by you keeping this chat up, and opening one of the stories on your phone."
_/Ok, hang on/_
After a moment, Author came back with, _/Done - now what?/_
"Does it sound any different to you? Does it sound any - does it soUND - DOES IT SOUND ANY DIFF - DOES IT SOUND"
"AUTHOR, CLOSE THE DOC ON YOUR PHONE!" Sophia yelled over the feedback.
Silence.
"Would you call that a SUCCESSFUL experiment, genius?" Jacob asked, taking his hands down from his ears.
"It was quite intriguing and I never want him to do it again," Reggie responded.