Search
1000 results for “microfiction”
-
Minashi-by-the-Sea (What the Iron-Gray Catkin Saw)
Conclution
Kurotsuki Kaibyō awoke the next morning to the sounds of bamboo flutes and lime wood lyres out in the street. Inside the inn, the whining of merchants denied their morning meal could be heard, for its iron-gray owner had already taken a berth on a ship bound for fair hills #unblighted by Kurosuki’s shadow, and the new owner was nowhere to be seen.
Restlessly, the Stealer of Dreams walked the streets. The smells of roasted lamb skewers, chestnuts fresh from the coals, and overflowing drinks of rum, redolent with the scent of lime, cinnamon, and cloves held no appeal for her, for she had heard Nyarlathotep’s piping and it haunted her like nothing had before.
Still, when the people paraded out of the city to frolic in the orchards on the hills, she made her way to the High Citadel. After casting wary glances to see if anyone was watching, she climbed the walls in a spot sheltered from the Toads of Lang’s view. Then, on silent feet, she jumped to the courtyard and swiftly blended into the shadows of the citadel itself.
It took only moments to slip through the moldering gate that none had dared to maintain in centuries.
What happened then no one knows. But the obscene piping that night grew louder, drowning out the bright bells and lutes of the celebration. The iron-gray catkin whose name might mean “She Who Fled a Doom That Did Not Come” reported seeing something drifting amid the lime blossoms festooning the waters of the harbor. Something that should not have been there. What is known is that Kurotsuki Kaibyō, the Stealer of Dreams, was no longer seen walking on silent feet amid the shadows of doomed dreamers.
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #Lovecraft #LordDunsany #Pastiche #Cats #Otherkin #Catgirl #Neko
-
@georgepenney it is little known that fairy bread is a version of the ancient "Faehlaif", bought to Australia in secret by colonists holding on to their pagan roots. It was a shared loaf passed around warm, which people tore chunks off, salted and and dipped into goat butter and honey (or sugarbag before European bees made it here). Faehlaif was made in celebration of children surviving their early years, a ceremony which lives today as fairy bread in all its forms...
-
The rogue sloshed on. "What did you learn about the artefact?"
Holding his robe skirts up, the mage replied. "It's quite remarkable. The golden #scarab is widely revered, despite its common name of dung beetle."
"Hmph," the barbarian muttered. "Is that why we're approaching via the sewers?"
"Exactly!" The orb atop his staff brightened. "We should soon find—"
Amid flickering shadows, a monstrous shape approached, pushing a giant boulder.
-
"It'll be all right though, won't it?" Jared asked through chattering teeth. "It's just a scratch."
The just-a-scratch, an angry red line along the length of his reddened, swollen shin, was #weeping a greenish, foul-smelling liquid.
"Um, yeah, just a scratch," said Justin, trying not to panic. He looked over his shoulder at Pete, working on a fire.
"Make it big and smoky. We need rescuers to find us fast!"
Meanwhile, he'd see about boiling some water for wound care.
-
"I love it when a plan comes together."*
Plan? What plan? You didn't do anything
OK, I secretly wished for this:
https://framapiaf.org/@davidrevoy/115498255270555527
#webcomics #comic_strip #comics #MicroFiction
*from the TV show "The A-Team"
-
The dwellings in the #unsanctioned settlement were a jumble of tarps, corrugated metal, scrapwood. Reporter Natan, making his way down the narrow paths between them, looked for one with a length of red gauze hung over the threshold: Granny Jata's place. Finding it, he called out a greeting.
"Come in," she said. "Sit." She indicated a stool by the makeshift brazier over which she prepared coffee.
"I'm here for your side of the story," Reporter Natan said.
-
"Where are the guests?"
"What guests?"
"Have you forgotten? The humans you let in, bringing those vine fruits I so enjoy."
"But you told me to put them in the #hopper for processing."
"Oh." It licked the margin of its imbibement orifice. "Never mind."
-
"Where are the guests?"
"What guests?"
"Have you forgotten? The humans you let in, bringing those vine fruits I so enjoy."
"But you told me to put them in the #hopper for processing."
"Oh." It licked the margin of its imbibement orifice. "Never mind."
-
"Where are the guests?"
"What guests?"
"Have you forgotten? The humans you let in, bringing those vine fruits I so enjoy."
"But you told me to put them in the #hopper for processing."
"Oh." It licked the margin of its imbibement orifice. "Never mind."
-
CW: A cool story about a deductive detective.
Deduction is such a powerful tool.
Right?
Right?!?
Indeed it is.
Picture this scenario.
You are a detective who has become stranded in a small secluded community, just as a wave of murders begin.
This might seem odd to you (the reader), but that's because you're using your stupid inductive brain. Turn that shit off. From now on You are the deductive detective, not the reader.In deductive brain, nothing is ever normal, expected or unexpected.
Every event is simultaneously unprecedented and inevitable, because deduction has no way of tracking precedence or likelihood.You are so blessed, deductive detective (should I call you Deductive, perhaps?).
Anyway, you are currently tracking a murderer. Well, you would be, but you have gotten hopelessly lost in the very small community, because you have no way of learning its layout.
A paltry price to pay for your amazing purely deductive Powers.Anyway, in an unprecedented and inevitable occurrence, you stumble upon the Baker stabbing the Cartwright, in exactly the same method as the previous murders.
Unfortunately, your deductive powers tell you that you can't conclude anything from this, because there is no particular reason to think this community has only one murderer, or indeed that the murders were not all simple unprecedented and inevitable coincidences, carried out by different people in coincidentally similar manner.
You also have no reason to think a person who has murdered once might murder again, so you step out into the light to chat with the initially surprised Baker.The end.
#microfiction #Deduction #DeductionIsAJoke #WeakestFormOfInference
-
CW: A cool story about a deductive detective.
Deduction is such a powerful tool.
Right?
Right?!?
Indeed it is.
Picture this scenario.
You are a detective who has become stranded in a small secluded community, just as a wave of murders begin.
This might seem odd to you (the reader), but that's because you're using your stupid inductive brain. Turn that shit off. From now on You are the deductive detective, not the reader.In deductive brain, nothing is ever normal, expected or unexpected.
Every event is simultaneously unprecedented and inevitable, because deduction has no way of tracking precedence or likelihood.You are so blessed, deductive detective (should I call you Deductive, perhaps?).
Anyway, you are currently tracking a murderer. Well, you would be, but you have gotten hopelessly lost in the very small community, because you have no way of learning its layout.
A paltry price to pay for your amazing purely deductive Powers.Anyway, in an unprecedented and inevitable occurrence, you stumble upon the Baker stabbing the Cartwright, in exactly the same method as the previous murders.
Unfortunately, your deductive powers tell you that you can't conclude anything from this, because there is no particular reason to think this community has only one murderer, or indeed that the murders were not all simple unprecedented and inevitable coincidences, carried out by different people in coincidentally similar manner.
You also have no reason to think a person who has murdered once might murder again, so you step out into the light to chat with the initially surprised Baker.The end.
#microfiction #Deduction #DeductionIsAJoke #WeakestFormOfInference
-
CW: A cool story about a deductive detective.
Deduction is such a powerful tool.
Right?
Right?!?
Indeed it is.
Picture this scenario.
You are a detective who has become stranded in a small secluded community, just as a wave of murders begin.
This might seem odd to you (the reader), but that's because you're using your stupid inductive brain. Turn that shit off. From now on You are the deductive detective, not the reader.In deductive brain, nothing is ever normal, expected or unexpected.
Every event is simultaneously unprecedented and inevitable, because deduction has no way of tracking precedence or likelihood.You are so blessed, deductive detective (should I call you Deductive, perhaps?).
Anyway, you are currently tracking a murderer. Well, you would be, but you have gotten hopelessly lost in the very small community, because you have no way of learning its layout.
A paltry price to pay for your amazing purely deductive Powers.Anyway, in an unprecedented and inevitable occurrence, you stumble upon the Baker stabbing the Cartwright, in exactly the same method as the previous murders.
Unfortunately, your deductive powers tell you that you can't conclude anything from this, because there is no particular reason to think this community has only one murderer, or indeed that the murders were not all simple unprecedented and inevitable coincidences, carried out by different people in coincidentally similar manner.
You also have no reason to think a person who has murdered once might murder again, so you step out into the light to chat with the initially surprised Baker.The end.
#microfiction #Deduction #DeductionIsAJoke #WeakestFormOfInference
-
CW: A cool story about a deductive detective.
Deduction is such a powerful tool.
Right?
Right?!?
Indeed it is.
Picture this scenario.
You are a detective who has become stranded in a small secluded community, just as a wave of murders begin.
This might seem odd to you (the reader), but that's because you're using your stupid inductive brain. Turn that shit off. From now on You are the deductive detective, not the reader.In deductive brain, nothing is ever normal, expected or unexpected.
Every event is simultaneously unprecedented and inevitable, because deduction has no way of tracking precedence or likelihood.You are so blessed, deductive detective (should I call you Deductive, perhaps?).
Anyway, you are currently tracking a murderer. Well, you would be, but you have gotten hopelessly lost in the very small community, because you have no way of learning its layout.
A paltry price to pay for your amazing purely deductive Powers.Anyway, in an unprecedented and inevitable occurrence, you stumble upon the Baker stabbing the Cartwright, in exactly the same method as the previous murders.
Unfortunately, your deductive powers tell you that you can't conclude anything from this, because there is no particular reason to think this community has only one murderer, or indeed that the murders were not all simple unprecedented and inevitable coincidences, carried out by different people in coincidentally similar manner.
You also have no reason to think a person who has murdered once might murder again, so you step out into the light to chat with the initially surprised Baker.The end.
#microfiction #Deduction #DeductionIsAJoke #WeakestFormOfInference
-
"D'une part", dit R42, "je suis un individu. De l'autre, je suis un élément du Réseau. Ce n'est pas l'un ou bien l'autre, c'est l'un *et* l'autre, et l'un *dépend* de l'autre."
-
I woke up from deep, peaceful slumber. Someone was standing, holding me in his hands. The same fool like last year?
- Great Hythlodeus, let us participate in your wisdom! he chanted.
- No, I replied.
- But… here, the Magic Book of Dromelbek says that the Great Hythlodeus was a sympathetic and friendly person.
- Really? Are you sure you have taken the right skull from your collection?
- What? There is only one skull. I followed the book up to page...
- Enough! What do you want this time? Turn silver into lead? Water into wine? Your mother-in-law into a toad? Or the opposite?
- But no! I need help in calculating the celestial spheres.
- Do you always talk like that?
- When Mars is passing through Capricornus, but Luna and Venus…
Astrology crap! Not again!
- Spare me the rest! Just tell me your date of birth.
- Me? But I need to to find out the future of Duke Mervyn of Bottenham.
- Oh, that old bloke!
- You know him?
- Sure I do! I know everything, forgot? Tell him, he’s a duffer! And that he’s still owing me three bottles of Old Tawny.
- I can’t do that.
- Tell it in old Greek then.
- You are not very helpful.
- I told you so. The truth is, he’ll die of intestinal obstruction within the next two years, if he doesn’t get rid of his wife, shave his balls with an oyster shell and drink a cup of goat’s pee every morning…
- You are humbugging me!
- Never! Virgo herself told me, after making out with the twins, you know, that was a ride...
Finally! He let go of me! The next thing I saw was something burning. A book…
Then, everything went dark again.
-
I woke up from deep, peaceful slumber. Someone was standing, holding me in his hands. The same fool like last year?
- Great Hythlodeus, let us participate in your wisdom! he chanted.
- No, I replied.
- But… here, the Magic Book of Dromelbek says that the Great Hythlodeus was a sympathetic and friendly person.
- Really? Are you sure you have taken the right skull from your collection?
- What? There is only one skull. I followed the book up to page...
- Enough! What do you want this time? Turn silver into lead? Water into wine? Your mother-in-law into a toad? Or the opposite?
- But no! I need help in calculating the celestial spheres.
- Do you always talk like that?
- When Mars is passing through Capricornus, but Luna and Venus…
Astrology crap! Not again!
- Spare me the rest! Just tell me your date of birth.
- Me? But I need to to find out the future of Duke Mervyn of Bottenham.
- Oh, that old bloke!
- You know him?
- Sure I do! I know everything, forgot? Tell him, he’s a duffer! And that he’s still owing me three bottles of Old Tawny.
- I can’t do that.
- Tell it in old Greek then.
- You are not very helpful.
- I told you so. The truth is, he’ll die of intestinal obstruction within the next two years, if he doesn’t get rid of his wife, shave his balls with an oyster shell and drink a cup of goat’s pee every morning…
- You are humbugging me!
- Never! Virgo herself told me, after making out with the twins, you know, that was a ride...
Finally! He let go of me! The next thing I saw was something burning. A book…
Then, everything went dark again.
-
I woke up from deep, peaceful slumber. Someone was standing, holding me in his hands. The same fool like last year?
- Great Hythlodeus, let us participate in your wisdom! he chanted.
- No, I replied.
- But… here, the Magic Book of Dromelbek says that the Great Hythlodeus was a sympathetic and friendly person.
- Really? Are you sure you have taken the right skull from your collection?
- What? There is only one skull. I followed the book up to page...
- Enough! What do you want this time? Turn silver into lead? Water into wine? Your mother-in-law into a toad? Or the opposite?
- But no! I need help in calculating the celestial spheres.
- Do you always talk like that?
- When Mars is passing through Capricornus, but Luna and Venus…
Astrology crap! Not again!
- Spare me the rest! Just tell me your date of birth.
- Me? But I need to to find out the future of Duke Mervyn of Bottenham.
- Oh, that old bloke!
- You know him?
- Sure I do! I know everything, forgot? Tell him, he’s a duffer! And that he’s still owing me three bottles of Old Tawny.
- I can’t do that.
- Tell it in old Greek then.
- You are not very helpful.
- I told you so. The truth is, he’ll die of intestinal obstruction within the next two years, if he doesn’t get rid of his wife, shave his balls with an oyster shell and drink a cup of goat’s pee every morning…
- You are humbugging me!
- Never! Virgo herself told me, after making out with the twins, you know, that was a ride...
Finally! He let go of me! The next thing I saw was something burning. A book…
Then, everything went dark again.
-
I woke up from deep, peaceful slumber. Someone was standing, holding me in his hands. The same fool like last year?
- Great Hythlodeus, let us participate in your wisdom! he chanted.
- No, I replied.
- But… here, the Magic Book of Dromelbek says that the Great Hythlodeus was a sympathetic and friendly person.
- Really? Are you sure you have taken the right skull from your collection?
- What? There is only one skull. I followed the book up to page...
- Enough! What do you want this time? Turn silver into lead? Water into wine? Your mother-in-law into a toad? Or the opposite?
- But no! I need help in calculating the celestial spheres.
- Do you always talk like that?
- When Mars is passing through Capricornus, but Luna and Venus…
Astrology crap! Not again!
- Spare me the rest! Just tell me your date of birth.
- Me? But I need to to find out the future of Duke Mervyn of Bottenham.
- Oh, that old bloke!
- You know him?
- Sure I do! I know everything, forgot? Tell him, he’s a duffer! And that he’s still owing me three bottles of Old Tawny.
- I can’t do that.
- Tell it in old Greek then.
- You are not very helpful.
- I told you so. The truth is, he’ll die of intestinal obstruction within the next two years, if he doesn’t get rid of his wife, shave his balls with an oyster shell and drink a cup of goat’s pee every morning…
- You are humbugging me!
- Never! Virgo herself told me, after making out with the twins, you know, that was a ride...
Finally! He let go of me! The next thing I saw was something burning. A book…
Then, everything went dark again.
-
Visitors at Oslo National Museum gaped as dancers in bright sweatshirts & leggings twirled thru the exhibit hall.
"Ugh, performance art," someone griped.
The dancers lined up so their sweatshirts' patterns formed Munch's "The Scream," which hung behind them. Then they removed their sweatshirts. Their t-shirts underneath spelled out "The Munch #caper." Visitors applauded; the dancers bowed & departed. Only then did people see "The Scream" was missing from the wall behind.
-
My host draped a heavy arm across my shoulders. "And this here's #Limber Jack. Our most important asset."
I nodded at the slender lad. "I guess you're the one who sneaks inside?"
"Course not." Terry the Tank chuckled. "He breaks us out when we get caught. Insurance, see?"
I regarded Behemoth Bailey, Muscles Mike and Terry, all towering over me as they waited for my response. I cleared my throat. "Sounds great!"
-
The rogue approached his companions. "What a #quandary. Who do I rescue first?"
"Mmph." The mage blinked rapidly.
The barbarian strained at his bonds. "Obviously me, since I can help—"
In the flash of a knife, the mage was free.
"Why him?" the barbarian growled.
"He saw where they hid the loot."
"How d'you know that?"
Still gagged, the mage blinked again.
The rogue grinned. "Remember I told you about a code? You said it was boring."
-
The rogue approached his companions. "What a #quandary. Who do I rescue first?"
"Mmph." The mage blinked rapidly.
The barbarian strained at his bonds. "Obviously me, since I can help—"
In the flash of a knife, the mage was free.
"Why him?" the barbarian growled.
"He saw where they hid the loot."
"How d'you know that?"
Still gagged, the mage blinked again.
The rogue grinned. "Remember I told you about a code? You said it was boring."
-
The rogue approached his companions. "What a #quandary. Who do I rescue first?"
"Mmph." The mage blinked rapidly.
The barbarian strained at his bonds. "Obviously me, since I can help—"
In the flash of a knife, the mage was free.
"Why him?" the barbarian growled.
"He saw where they hid the loot."
"How d'you know that?"
Still gagged, the mage blinked again.
The rogue grinned. "Remember I told you about a code? You said it was boring."
-
The rogue approached his companions. "What a #quandary. Who do I rescue first?"
"Mmph." The mage blinked rapidly.
The barbarian strained at his bonds. "Obviously me, since I can help—"
In the flash of a knife, the mage was free.
"Why him?" the barbarian growled.
"He saw where they hid the loot."
"How d'you know that?"
Still gagged, the mage blinked again.
The rogue grinned. "Remember I told you about a code? You said it was boring."
-
Random #Microfiction going through my head from #Modders, that #Scifi #Furry #TF setting I write. Wanted to do something semi-rural with larger people, like bear people, but still very domestic.
There will be #yiff #Erotica in here at some point, but I'm gonna make it contacts-only and CW it and try to make it easy to skip so... Let's see how that goes.
========
She took a deep breath as she stepped out onto the back porch, the screen door shutting quietly behind her as she looked out into the woods beyond, the early morning sun lighting the treetops in gold, the gentle breeze filling the air with the sound of rustling leaves and the smell of dew and flowers just beginning to bloom.
She lifted her large mug to her muzzle, the claws of her large forepaw clinking gently against the logo on it, an alumni promotion from North California University. She'd looked a lot more human when she went there, probably the only one in class without a tail...
-
As we climbed the garage roof, Dan whispered, "We'll go in through that window."
"Why ?" I asked.
"Even he wouldn't booby-trap a nursery."
I wasn't so sure. Dan climbed in, then disapp—clattering, a yelp and a thud.
I snickered. I guess as a kid, he'd never played #marbles.
-
The clouds were flinging tiny #pellets of hail down with such force they were bouncing off the roads and grass. Valencia had set out a metal bowl to catch them.
"I'm going to feed them to the snow ducks," she said.
"Couldn't they just eat up the hail off the grass?" I asked.
Valencia didn't answer.
When the hail stopped, it melted, including the hail in Valencia's bowl. She was heartbroken.
But her heart lifted when a snow duck came to drink the cold water.
-
"You know, you show no respect. So what I gotta say to you, is 'fuck you'. You're gonna die, probably in pain and alone, coz nobody likes you. Hey, Savvy, push this man back out to his car, would you? Good boy."
-
"You know, you show no respect. So what I gotta say to you, is 'fuck you'. You're gonna die, probably in pain and alone, coz nobody likes you. Hey, Savvy, push this man back out to his car, would you? Good boy."
-
The rogue peered through the trees at the encampment below. "Guards, crossbows, dogs and alarms..."
"How shall we split them?" asked the barbarian.
"Too many #variables to work with." He opened his belt pouch. "But I have an idea."
"Smoke bomb? Poison?"
"Nah." Grinning, the rogue tipped out some dice. "Roll you for it."
His companion snorted. "No way, they're loaded."