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Ticket
In the head of the Golem, he placed the only thing he had to looked like parchment: an old subway ticket, maybe the last ever.
The Golem worked perfectly.
The, after one day, it stopped.
The fare had expired.
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Ticket
In the head of the Golem, he placed the only thing he had to looked like parchment: an old subway ticket, maybe the last ever.
The Golem worked perfectly.
The, after one day, it stopped.
The fare had expired.
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Ticket
In the head of the Golem, he placed the only thing he had to looked like parchment: an old subway ticket, maybe the last ever.
The Golem worked perfectly.
The, after one day, it stopped.
The fare had expired.
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Ticket
In the head of the Golem, he placed the only thing he had to looked like parchment: an old subway ticket, maybe the last ever.
The Golem worked perfectly.
The, after one day, it stopped.
The fare had expired.
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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“HUMANITY IN TURBULENCE” by SNIGDHA AGRAWAL
Photo by Alejandro Quiu00f1onez on Pexels.comHUMANITY IN TURBULENCE
The Lufthansa flight LH 755 from Bengaluru to Frankfurt took off precisely on schedule at 3:35 a.m.
A full flight. First, Business, Premium Economy, Economy; not a vacant seat anywhere. The aircraft seemed less like a machine and more like a floating city carrying hundreds of private stories into the sleeping night. Wait-listed passengers left disappointed.
Barely an hour into the flight, the cabin crew began serving drinks and dinner. Most passengers declined politely. At that unearthly hour, food was far over the horizon. Blankets were tucked tightly under chins, reading lights flicked off one by one, and eye masks descended like curtains after a long performance.
Soon, the cabin sank into near-total silence, broken only by the occasional cough and uneven bursts of snoring. And some insomniacs and the ‘drink at all times’, sipping on the finest wines, with cheese crackers.Then came the jolt.
Sharp. Sudden. Violent enough to snap people awake.
A baby rolled out of its crib and landed on the carpeted floor, too stunned even to cry. The mother gasped in horror, fumbling with her seat belt, desperate to get to the child. Somewhere in the darkness, the sound of the fork and knife went through the rituals of cutting.The pilot’s calm voice crackled over the intercom.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats immediately and fasten your seat belts. We are passing through turbulence.”
Most passengers dismissed it as routine. A few nervous smiles surfaced before heads leaned back again.Then came a second jolt.
Much worse.
The overhead bins unclicked, burst open, spilling bags, headphones, books, and diaper bags into the aisles. A frightened murmur spread through the cabin. Sleep vanished instantly.
The aircraft lurched again.
This time, it did not merely shake. It seemed to twist and plunge like a wounded whale thrashing through a black, angry ocean. Gasps erupted. Someone screamed. Oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling before bewildered faces glowing pale in the dim cabin lights.Flight attendants hurried back to their jump seats, strapping themselves in while trying to steady panicked passengers.
“Please remain calm,” one announced, her voice trembling despite her training. “This is temporary turbulence caused by a passing storm system.”
But by then, everyone knew.
This was no ordinary turbulence.Fear has a strange way of dissolving all artificial boundaries. Titles vanish. Wealth becomes meaningless. Nationalities blur. Near the emergency exit row sat an elderly woman by the window, silver-haired and frail-looking, yet strangely composed amid the chaos. She stretched out her trembling hand and said softly, enough to be heard by passengers sitting in front and behind.
With confidence, defying her frail being, she spoke out loud in that eerie silence.
“Let us pray together. Repeat after me. We will come through this.”
And then something extraordinary happened.
Without hesitation, hands reached across aisles and armrests. White hands, brown hands, black hands, yellow hands. Strangers clasping strangers in the dark.
Christians. Muslims. Hindus. Sikhs. Buddhists. Jains. Jews.
Atheists and agnostics, too.
In that terrifying moment, humanity spoke with one voice.“Almighty above, please guide us through this storm.
Forgive us our failings and strengthen our hearts.
If this is to be our end, grant us courage.
Protect those we leave behind.
Comfort those who depend on us.
Teach them to endure our sudden absence with grace.
And if we deserve mercy tonight,
command these raging elements to be still.”The prayer ended, but no one let go of each other’s hands. Then suddenly, I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder.
“Madam… Madam, please wake up.”
I opened my eyes.
A smiling stewardess stood beside me.
“Please fasten your seat belt, return your seat to the upright position. We are about to land at Frankfurt Airport.”
For a few moments, I sat frozen, unsure whether relief itself could hurt.It had all been a dream.
And yet, as I looked around at the weary passengers preparing to disembark into another uncertain morning, the dream did not feel entirely unreal.Perhaps that is exactly where the world stands today.
Nations spinning through turbulence. Wars darkening the horizon. Economies trembling. Prices are soaring beyond the reach of ordinary people; families everywhere living in quiet fear, of loss, of instability, of tomorrow itself.We are all passengers on the same fragile flight now.
And maybe the dream leaves behind one enduring truth: when uncertainty shakes the world violently enough, humanity remembers what truly matters. Not borders. Not religion. Not power. But the instinct to reach for one another’s hands in the dark.
One can only hope that before the world loses further altitude, we wake up in time.Copyright © 2026 Snigdha Agrawal
All Rights ReservedSNIGDHA AGRAWAL is a passionate septuagenarian writer with five published books, including Fragments of Time, her deeply personal memoir. A lifelong lover of storytelling, she blends fact and fiction with a keen eye for detail and emotion. Her works span diverse genres, reflecting her rich experiences and insightful observations. Her poetry, short stories, essays, and travelogues are regularly featured in online journals from across the globe. Her passion for writing and traveling remains undimmed.
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“HUMANITY IN TURBULENCE” by SNIGDHA AGRAWAL
Photo by Alejandro Quiu00f1onez on Pexels.comHUMANITY IN TURBULENCE
The Lufthansa flight LH 755 from Bengaluru to Frankfurt took off precisely on schedule at 3:35 a.m.
A full flight. First, Business, Premium Economy, Economy; not a vacant seat anywhere. The aircraft seemed less like a machine and more like a floating city carrying hundreds of private stories into the sleeping night. Wait-listed passengers left disappointed.
Barely an hour into the flight, the cabin crew began serving drinks and dinner. Most passengers declined politely. At that unearthly hour, food was far over the horizon. Blankets were tucked tightly under chins, reading lights flicked off one by one, and eye masks descended like curtains after a long performance.
Soon, the cabin sank into near-total silence, broken only by the occasional cough and uneven bursts of snoring. And some insomniacs and the ‘drink at all times’, sipping on the finest wines, with cheese crackers.Then came the jolt.
Sharp. Sudden. Violent enough to snap people awake.
A baby rolled out of its crib and landed on the carpeted floor, too stunned even to cry. The mother gasped in horror, fumbling with her seat belt, desperate to get to the child. Somewhere in the darkness, the sound of the fork and knife went through the rituals of cutting.The pilot’s calm voice crackled over the intercom.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats immediately and fasten your seat belts. We are passing through turbulence.”
Most passengers dismissed it as routine. A few nervous smiles surfaced before heads leaned back again.Then came a second jolt.
Much worse.
The overhead bins unclicked, burst open, spilling bags, headphones, books, and diaper bags into the aisles. A frightened murmur spread through the cabin. Sleep vanished instantly.
The aircraft lurched again.
This time, it did not merely shake. It seemed to twist and plunge like a wounded whale thrashing through a black, angry ocean. Gasps erupted. Someone screamed. Oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling before bewildered faces glowing pale in the dim cabin lights.Flight attendants hurried back to their jump seats, strapping themselves in while trying to steady panicked passengers.
“Please remain calm,” one announced, her voice trembling despite her training. “This is temporary turbulence caused by a passing storm system.”
But by then, everyone knew.
This was no ordinary turbulence.Fear has a strange way of dissolving all artificial boundaries. Titles vanish. Wealth becomes meaningless. Nationalities blur. Near the emergency exit row sat an elderly woman by the window, silver-haired and frail-looking, yet strangely composed amid the chaos. She stretched out her trembling hand and said softly, enough to be heard by passengers sitting in front and behind.
With confidence, defying her frail being, she spoke out loud in that eerie silence.
“Let us pray together. Repeat after me. We will come through this.”
And then something extraordinary happened.
Without hesitation, hands reached across aisles and armrests. White hands, brown hands, black hands, yellow hands. Strangers clasping strangers in the dark.
Christians. Muslims. Hindus. Sikhs. Buddhists. Jains. Jews.
Atheists and agnostics, too.
In that terrifying moment, humanity spoke with one voice.“Almighty above, please guide us through this storm.
Forgive us our failings and strengthen our hearts.
If this is to be our end, grant us courage.
Protect those we leave behind.
Comfort those who depend on us.
Teach them to endure our sudden absence with grace.
And if we deserve mercy tonight,
command these raging elements to be still.”The prayer ended, but no one let go of each other’s hands. Then suddenly, I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder.
“Madam… Madam, please wake up.”
I opened my eyes.
A smiling stewardess stood beside me.
“Please fasten your seat belt, and return your seat to the upright position. We are about to land at Frankfurt Airport.”
For a few moments, I sat frozen, unsure whether relief itself could hurt.It had all been a dream.
And yet, as I looked around at the weary passengers preparing to disembark into another uncertain morning, the dream did not feel entirely unreal.Perhaps that is exactly where the world stands today.
Nations spinning through turbulence. Wars darkening the horizon. Economies trembling. Prices are soaring beyond the reach of ordinary people; families everywhere living in quiet fear, of loss, of instability, of tomorrow itself.We are all passengers on the same fragile flight now.
And maybe the dream leaves behind one enduring truth: when uncertainty shakes the world violently enough, humanity remembers what truly matters. Not borders. Not religion. Not power. But the instinct to reach for one another’s hands in the dark.
One can only hope that before the world loses further altitude, we wake up in time.Copyright © 2026 Snigdha Agrawal
All Rights ReservedSNIGDHA AGRAWAL is a passionate septuagenarian writer with five published books, including Fragments of Time, her deeply personal memoir. A lifelong lover of storytelling, she blends fact and fiction with a keen eye for detail and emotion. Her works span diverse genres, reflecting her rich experiences and insightful observations. Her poetry, short stories, essays, and travelogues are regularly featured in online journals from across the globe. Her passion for writing and traveling remains undimmed.
Please like and comment. Submit and subscribe for more great reads!
https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/submission-guidelines/
#FlashFiction #MasticadoresUSA #SnigdhaAgrawal -
Typed
'Of course!' said the Devil. 'As soon as typewriters were invented, the mortal's name could be typed on a pact rather than written. But you had to soak a clean typewriter ribbon in your blood. Took rather more than a prick on the finger.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Typed
'Of course!' said the Devil. 'As soon as typewriters were invented, the mortal's name could be typed on a pact rather than written. But you had to soak a clean typewriter ribbon in your blood. Took rather more than a prick on the finger.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Typed
'Of course!' said the Devil. 'As soon as typewriters were invented, the mortal's name could be typed on a pact rather than written. But you had to soak a clean typewriter ribbon in your blood. Took rather more than a prick on the finger.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Typed
'Of course!' said the Devil. 'As soon as typewriters were invented, the mortal's name could be typed on a pact rather than written. But you had to soak a clean typewriter ribbon in your blood. Took rather more than a prick on the finger.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
CW: EroticMusings 2026.09.13 — Week 68 (September 13-19) Characters: PoV (any character) What's your biggest romantic turn-on? What's your biggest sexual turn-off? CW: Frank discussion. Read the prompt.
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
[Bolt, day angel woman, MC:] Romance is a strange word the way you're using it. You really asking that a man would work to interest me passionately? Romancing him is my prerogative. I'm a woman. A man "romancing" me? That's aggro. Even in these progressive times, that's a bad tactic. Makes me less likely to ride him, 'less he's a good friend and I've been hinting. Kinda shows he didn't pay attention in Men's Studies where guys learn how women work, or… I don't know… he's stupid? I'll admit I'm a bit conservative, not having grown up in the big city. The woman asks, end of question. Him asking out of turn, that's a big turn-off. I don't care if the laws are on a woman's side; men are almost always bigger than me, most always stronger, and it shows a lack of good sense to be pushy. Feels like forcing. Scary. I'll admit I accept hints, but if a man gets uppity, that's a turn-off. I'll be sure he gets a bad reputation for trying that!
As for me doing the romancing? I admire the male body. Regardless of muscles or soft curves, if he looks like he would be fun and I'm feeling it, I'll hunt him. Biggest turn off? Might be crass, but a guy's… well. How can I put this delicately? I dislike the sense of giving birth backwards. That's an instant no. Average is fine.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#EroticMusings 2026.09.13
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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ICYMI
Name your own price and meet a cast of characters that will both shock and delight you, from violent children to ambitious career builders, police officers to freaks. But be warned, no one is safe from the dangers and absurdities of this world.
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A refugee camp offers one hot meal - there's just one catch. https://inkican.com/emergency-reality-shelter-science-fiction-short-stories/table-for-one-scifi-flash-fiction/ #SciFi #FlashFiction #Dystopia
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A refugee camp offers one hot meal - there's just one catch. https://inkican.com/emergency-reality-shelter-science-fiction-short-stories/table-for-one-scifi-flash-fiction/ #SciFi #FlashFiction #Dystopia
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A refugee camp offers one hot meal - there's just one catch. https://inkican.com/emergency-reality-shelter-science-fiction-short-stories/table-for-one-scifi-flash-fiction/ #SciFi #FlashFiction #Dystopia
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A refugee camp offers one hot meal - there's just one catch. https://inkican.com/emergency-reality-shelter-science-fiction-short-stories/table-for-one-scifi-flash-fiction/ #SciFi #FlashFiction #Dystopia
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A refugee camp offers one hot meal - there's just one catch. https://inkican.com/emergency-reality-shelter-science-fiction-short-stories/table-for-one-scifi-flash-fiction/ #SciFi #FlashFiction #Dystopia
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Production
“AI is rejected because it wastes huge resources without meeting any real demand. So I had an idea: ask the to AI find what the real demand actually is. It has just launched production on one trillion digital display bubble gums.”
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Production
“AI is rejected because it wastes huge resources without meeting any real demand. So I had an idea: ask the to AI find what the real demand actually is. It has just launched production on one trillion digital display bubble gums.”
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Production
“AI is rejected because it wastes huge resources without meeting any real demand. So I had an idea: ask the to AI find what the real demand actually is. It has just launched production on one trillion digital display bubble gums.”
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Production
“AI is rejected because it wastes huge resources without meeting any real demand. So I had an idea: ask the to AI find what the real demand actually is. It has just launched production on one trillion digital display bubble gums.”
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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#ScribesAndMakers September 19: My mistake was...
A decimal place. Somehow it always is. Not just when teleporting. Instead of appearing in my back garden, I appeared a few meters above and away from a station on the planet's first moon.
I landed and broke into the station. It's not staffed most of the time but it did have oxygen which was good because I wouldn't be able to teleport again for another hour or so because I'd gone so far in one hop.
There was very little to do in the unstaffed station while I waited. I took my chance to watch the big blue marble in front of me. I probably should have done this on purpose at some time before.
I blinked a few times. A gigantic ship appeared between me and the Earth. Then another. Dozens. They grew smaller as they approached the Earth.
#FlashFiction #ScienceFiction #SciFi #TootFic -
#ScribesAndMakers September 19: My mistake was...
A decimal place. Somehow it always is. Not just when teleporting. Instead of appearing in my back garden, I appeared a few meters above and away from a station on the planet's first moon.
I landed and broke into the station. It's not staffed most of the time but it did have oxygen which was good because I wouldn't be able to teleport again for another hour or so because I'd gone so far in one hop.
There was very little to do in the unstaffed station while I waited. I took my chance to watch the big blue marble in front of me. I probably should have done this on purpose at some time before.
I blinked a few times. A gigantic ship appeared between me and the Earth. Then another. Dozens. They grew smaller as they approached the Earth.
#FlashFiction #ScienceFiction #SciFi #TootFic -
#ScribesAndMakers September 19: My mistake was...
A decimal place. Somehow it always is. Not just when teleporting. Instead of appearing in my back garden, I appeared a few meters above and away from a station on the planet's first moon.
I landed and broke into the station. It's not staffed most of the time but it did have oxygen which was good because I wouldn't be able to teleport again for another hour or so because I'd gone so far in one hop.
There was very little to do in the unstaffed station while I waited. I took my chance to watch the big blue marble in front of me. I probably should have done this on purpose at some time before.
I blinked a few times. A gigantic ship appeared between me and the Earth. Then another. Dozens. They grew smaller as they approached the Earth.
#FlashFiction #ScienceFiction #SciFi #TootFic -
#ScribesAndMakers September 19: My mistake was...
A decimal place. Somehow it always is. Not just when teleporting. Instead of appearing in my back garden, I appeared a few meters above and away from a station on the planet's first moon.
I landed and broke into the station. It's not staffed most of the time but it did have oxygen which was good because I wouldn't be able to teleport again for another hour or so because I'd gone so far in one hop.
There was very little to do in the unstaffed station while I waited. I took my chance to watch the big blue marble in front of me. I probably should have done this on purpose at some time before.
I blinked a few times. A gigantic ship appeared between me and the Earth. Then another. Dozens. They grew smaller as they approached the Earth.
#FlashFiction #ScienceFiction #SciFi #TootFic -
#ScribesAndMakers September 19: My mistake was...
A decimal place. Somehow it always is. Not just when teleporting. Instead of appearing in my back garden, I appeared a few meters above and away from a station on the planet's first moon.
I landed and broke into the station. It's not staffed most of the time but it did have oxygen which was good because I wouldn't be able to teleport again for another hour or so because I'd gone so far in one hop.
There was very little to do in the unstaffed station while I waited. I took my chance to watch the big blue marble in front of me. I probably should have done this on purpose at some time before.
I blinked a few times. A gigantic ship appeared between me and the Earth. Then another. Dozens. They grew smaller as they approached the Earth.
#FlashFiction #ScienceFiction #SciFi #TootFic -
🖤 Flash Fiction Frenzy is one of those things you can just sit down and have a go at. No huge word count to worry about. You only need two sentences and a horror story you fancy telling.
Every valid entry is published in the next issue of Dark Descent.
✍️ Come and add yours to the Dark Forum.
🔗 https://www.darkholmepublishing.uk/darkforum#thread/6a957daaa733aa059370fc56#TwoSentenceHorror #FlashFiction #HorrorWriters #WritingCommunity
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🖤 Flash Fiction Frenzy is one of those things you can just sit down and have a go at. No huge word count to worry about. You only need two sentences and a horror story you fancy telling.
Every valid entry is published in the next issue of Dark Descent.
✍️ Come and add yours to the Dark Forum.
🔗 https://www.darkholmepublishing.uk/darkforum#thread/6a957daaa733aa059370fc56#TwoSentenceHorror #FlashFiction #HorrorWriters #WritingCommunity
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🖤 Flash Fiction Frenzy is one of those things you can just sit down and have a go at. No huge word count to worry about. You only need two sentences and a horror story you fancy telling.
Every valid entry is published in the next issue of Dark Descent.
✍️ Come and add yours to the Dark Forum.
🔗 https://www.darkholmepublishing.uk/darkforum#thread/6a957daaa733aa059370fc56#TwoSentenceHorror #FlashFiction #HorrorWriters #WritingCommunity
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Standard
'These suits will protect you in the presence of one standard Great Old One, maybe two, and that's assuming they don't get the idea of cooperating, in which case you're cooked — metaphorically. In fact it'll be much worse than cremation.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Standard
'These suits will protect you in the presence of one standard Great Old One, maybe two, and that's assuming they don't get the idea of cooperating, in which case you're cooked — metaphorically. In fact it'll be much worse than cremation.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Standard
'These suits will protect you in the presence of one standard Great Old One, maybe two, and that's assuming they don't get the idea of cooperating, in which case you're cooked — metaphorically. In fact it'll be much worse than cremation.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Standard
'These suits will protect you in the presence of one standard Great Old One, maybe two, and that's assuming they don't get the idea of cooperating, in which case you're cooked — metaphorically. In fact it'll be much worse than cremation.'
#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction
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Well, I got talke into doing a class on flash fiction next year.
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Well, I got talke into doing a class on flash fiction next year.
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Well, I got talke into doing a class on flash fiction next year.
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Well, I got talke into doing a class on flash fiction next year.
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Well, I got talke into doing a class on flash fiction next year.
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The Vase
He: “I didn’t want to upset you.”
She: “Hand me that vase.”
He, in horror: “What are you doing?”
She: “We have to drain the blood.” -
The Vase
He: “I didn’t want to upset you.”
She: “Hand me that vase.”
He, in horror: “What are you doing?”
She: “We have to drain the blood.” -
The Vase
He: “I didn’t want to upset you.”
She: “Hand me that vase.”
He, in horror: “What are you doing?”
She: “We have to drain the blood.” -
The Vase
He: “I didn’t want to upset you.”
She: “Hand me that vase.”
He, in horror: “What are you doing?”
She: “We have to drain the blood.” -
The Vase
He: “I didn’t want to upset you.”
She: “Hand me that vase.”
He, in horror: “What are you doing?”
She: “We have to drain the blood.” -
Two sentences. That’s your entire playground. 🖤
Give us something creepy, strange, nasty, funny-dark or completely unexpected. There’s no winner to chase and no shortlist to make in Flash Fiction Frenzy. Every valid entry is published in the next issue of Dark Descent.
✍️ Come and have some fun with it.
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