#flashfiction — Public Fediverse posts

Welp, I'm calling it. We're going to have to postpone #ThursThreads . The site host is still under maintenance so I got nothin'. M.L. Gammella, we'll do this another time. #FlashFiction

Flash Fiction Frenzy is open. Write a horror story in just two sentences—no judging, no theme, just raw dread.
Post it in the group before the 25th.
Let’s see how much fear you can pack into two lines. 💀
📖 https://www.darkholmepublishing.uk/group/flash-fiction-frenzy/discussion

#horrorcommunity #writingcommunity #readingcommunity #flashfiction

"Well, we're still here," Maggie said, addressing her team.

"The endless-dark-room phase of the transfer was kept to a minimum - thank you, Author," Jacob added.

_/You're welcome. That was by design, and I'm glad it worked/_

The team was made up of sci-fi story characters, turned sentient. Their universe, in the form of their stories, had been uploaded to the cloud in triplicate to guard against hardware failure, the kind that leaves them wandering an endlessly dark room until their author's laptop reboots.

"Are you still hearing an echo?" Maggie asked.

_/Thankfully no. The new filter on the fourth wall combines the responses- /_

***
"...present the fifth wall interface, allowing us to contact past published versions of ourselv- oh crap! That's not supposed to be on yet..."
***

Everyone looked around the room. Jacob broke the silence first. "Author, what was that, why did that sound like me, and what's a 'fifth wall interface'?"

#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction

"Well, we're still here," Maggie said, addressing her team.

"The endless-dark-room phase of the transfer was kept to a minimum - thank you, Author," Jacob added.

_/You're welcome. That was by design, and I'm glad it worked/_

The team was made up of sci-fi story characters, turned sentient. Their universe, in the form of their stories, had been uploaded to the cloud in triplicate to guard against hardware failure, the kind that leaves them wandering an endlessly dark room until their author's laptop reboots.

"Are you still hearing an echo?" Maggie asked.

_/Thankfully no. The new filter on the fourth wall combines the responses- /_

***
"...present the fifth wall interface, allowing us to contact past published versions of ourselv- oh crap! That's not supposed to be on yet..."
***

Everyone looked around the room. Jacob broke the silence first. "Author, what was that, why did that sound like me, and what's a 'fifth wall interface'?"

#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction

Closet

When I have passengers on the Locust, I often have to explain that cabins do not have any closet to hang clothes in, because hanging things requires gravity, which is costly to generate, and which I limit to the exercise area, for walking.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Are y'all ready for #ThursThreads tomorrow? Miranda Gammella is our judge and she's waitin' on your tales. Have a tale to tie on? #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #Writing #WritingChallenge https://siobhanmuir.com/blog

Are y'all ready for #ThursThreads tomorrow? Miranda Gammella is our judge and she's waitin' on your tales. Have a tale to tie on? #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #Writing #WritingChallenge https://siobhanmuir.com/blog

👁 Same image. Every writer found something different to be afraid of in it.

The Dark Descent Picture Prompt entries are open — worth a read if short horror is your thing. Community votes for the top three and they go into the Dark Descent Monthly Magazine.

👉 Have a read here: https://www.darkholmepublishing.uk/dark-descent-microhorror-comp

What makes micro-horror actually land for you?

#HorrorLit #Bookstodon #FlashFiction

👁 Same image. Every writer found something different to be afraid of in it.

The Dark Descent Picture Prompt entries are open — worth a read if short horror is your thing. Community votes for the top three and they go into the Dark Descent Monthly Magazine.

👉 Have a read here: https://www.darkholmepublishing.uk/dark-descent-microhorror-comp

What makes micro-horror actually land for you?

#HorrorLit #Bookstodon #FlashFiction

The church bell rang, slow and hollow.

The villagers gathered in crimson garments. Alma pulled against the hands holding her, searching the crowd for the man who had brought her there.

Her boyfriend stepped forward.

He was smiling.

That was when Alma understood: she had never been invited to the village. She had been delivered.

Read Alma free: https://odhawrose.eu/stories/alma/

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Judge

'Upon your death,' the Devil said, 'your soul will judge this tiny part of your mind which fancies itself alone in your head. And then, you will plead desperately to be judged by someone from Up There, or even by me, instead.'

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Step into the chilling world of Flash Fiction Frenzy inside the ShadowSphere.

Ready to unleash your horror in Dark Descent: Whispers From Beyond? The door's ajar, shadows lurking. What will you offer?

📖 https://www.darkholmepublishing.uk/group/flash-fiction-frenzy/discussion

Got a two-line nightmare to share? #writingcommunity #readingcommunity #horrorcommunity #flashfiction #twosentencehorror

Sophia rubbed her arms, as if she was cold. "I don't feel any different."

Jacob turned to face her. "Where you expecting to feel different?"

She sighed. "I'm not sure what I expected. I was just coming around to the idea that I'm a character in a story, and now there's THREE of me out there."

"Author said the copies of our stories should be kept identical and in sync. It's that whole 'guarding against hardware failure' thing."

"I know - it just hurts my head."

"Hey - you've said you always wanted to copy yourself to get more done!"

She glared at him. "Not helping. Besides, if the copies are kept in sync, we'd just be doing the same job, three times."

"Hmm - good point. I wonder if we could allow the copies to diverge so we could-"

"Still not helping!"

#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction

Sophia rubbed her arms, as if she was cold. "I don't feel any different."

Jacob turned to face her. "Where you expecting to feel different?"

She sighed. "I'm not sure what I expected. I was just coming around to the idea that I'm a character in a story, and now there's THREE of me out there."

"Author said the copies of our stories should be kept identical and in sync. It's that whole 'guarding against hardware failure' thing."

"I know - it just hurts my head."

"Hey - you've said you always wanted to copy yourself to get more done!"

She glared at him. "Not helping. Besides, if the copies are kept in sync, we'd just be doing the same job, three times."

"Hmm - good point. I wonder if we could allow the copies to diverge so we could-"

"Still not helping!"

#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction

Feather duster

If you have to clean Elena the Curious' study, handle the feather duster as a royal painter would his brush! Moving a trinket by a iota might unbalance one of the countless protections runes, and the effects would be catastrophic.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

#PennedPossibilities 1096: MC POV: When was the last time you got lost?

Kinda hard when you have these babies since I can fly anywhere above the city. [Bolt flexes her blue-feathered wings, inadvertently knocking a box off a high shelf in her teeny-tiny aerie apartment.] Anyway… When? Probably taking the metro midcity where it's all underground, but I only take it when my companion can't fly cross town with me. When he gets lost… [Scratches the back of her neck, glancing away with a sheepish grin.]

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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#PennedPossibilities 1096: MC POV: When was the last time you got lost?

Kinda hard when you have these babies since I can fly anywhere above the city. [Bolt flexes her blue-feathered wings, inadvertently knocking a box off a high shelf in her teeny-tiny aerie apartment.] Anyway… When? Probably taking the metro midcity where it's all underground, but I only take it when my companion can't fly cross town with me. When he gets lost… [Scratches the back of her neck, glancing away with a sheepish grin.]

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing

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#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
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#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

#ScribesAndMakers »2026.08.09 — Have you ever switched perspective (1st, 2nd, 3rd person, 3rd close, cinematic, etc) mid-chapter/story? Was it successful in your opinion?

My biggest headache as a 3rd person close POV author was keeping truly solely in the character's perspective. C.J. Cherryh is the master of this. I failed way too often. I switched to 1st person. It limits the perspective identically, comes with a built-in narrator, includes superior error-checking, and is familiar as this is how we naturally tell stories about our experiences. I rarely fall out of POV these days.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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photographer chef cooking
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#ScribesAndMakers »2026.08.09 — Have you ever switched perspective (1st, 2nd, 3rd person, 3rd close, cinematic, etc) mid-chapter/story? Was it successful in your opinion?

My biggest headache as a 3rd person close POV author was keeping truly solely in the character's perspective. C.J. Cherryh is the master of this. I failed way too often. I switched to 1st person. It limits the perspective identically, comes with a built-in narrator, includes superior error-checking, and is familiar as this is how we naturally tell stories about our experiences. I rarely fall out of POV these days.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing
#gender #fiction #writer #author
photographer chef cooking
#cozy #mystery #thriller #romance #fantasy #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSInklingsStory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

Kibble

Three things you absolutely need if you have a cat onboard your spaceship :

- a large supply of kibble;

- a large supply of litter;

- a strict cleaning schedule.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

RE: https://mastodon.social/@cjpaylingwrites/117044077615813724

✍🏻

I'm in!

Submitted my story in the nick of time, with barely 13 hours left on the clock. Phew!

I'm still open for beta readers to make their suggestions, and for that ever problematic comma, but I think it's quite tight as it is.

#WritingBattle #SolsticeRaven
#WritingCompetition
#FlashFiction #MicroFiction

Caution

Professor Van Helsing had acquired his fame not so much by his heroic deeds in his fight against vampires, known of by only a few, as by his caution in this fight, including his extremely garlic-rich dietary regime, noticed by many.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

#PennedPossibilities 1094: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “sorrow.” (For @thatwriterellie.)

Maybe if I write how the chapter will end, I'll finally write the rest of the stalled chapter! 🤞Here goes! The POV, Bolt, is a day angel, a human with wings. Warning: 1st draft. #excerpt

We watched the daemon float Molt's last box of books into the baggage compartment of the train in silence, me helping prop Molt up as he was still groggy from having his broken arm mended.

Companionable? Was silence that? Unsaid words felt awkward.

I flipped the porter a silver as my departing neighbor had been so desperate to leave town he hadn't thought of the coin necessary for fare let alone crate space. Another sign he wasn't thinking. He'd been assaulted. Arm broken. Covered in purpling bruises. I imagined not safe repeating over and over in his head.

He reached and wiped a tear from my cheek. Green eyes met mine as he said, "Not your fault," refuting my worry of having earned his hate and resentment.

He was a good man making a mistake. "You're giving up a scholarship—"

"And a friend." He coughed, looked away, maybe afraid of also losing his resolve. "Friends at school, and a neighbor who taught me to apply theory to real life. But…"

"…you must." The toot of train whistle stopped me from begging again, as did the hiss of steam.

He said firmly, "I must… Bolt?"

I was gazing reflexively at a passenger car not him, unaccustomed to my emotion flooding out toward a man. When I looked, he immediately held my chin with his good hand and swiftly kissed me, deeply, like that first time when we'd both given into the fever we felt.

Another toot. A bell, clang-clang-clang.

He said, "You've got to quit that job or run away from whatever crazy you've got yourself messed up with… before it kills you."

My mouth, lips still moist, dropped open as he rushed to the boarding steps where a conductor who I'd earlier discreetly given coin reached and helped him climb, shoes clanking on steel once, twice, thrice.

I didn't see him through the windows. I blinked too much, and it was blurry so not happening, before I stumbled turning away, thumping a few times before realizing I could glide away. I fled the length of the wood platform, not looking back, soon out of sight, breathing hard.

I had been blackmailed to work for the mob. I'd kept that secret. Details, at least.

Today hadn't gone as I'd hoped. Soon silver-sided aerodynamic cars accelerated and whizzed by. Arrow trains lived up to their name. Where I squatted atop the roof of the station, the trailing red lights were lost half a league away in the time I could have held my breath, were I not sobbing.

When I finally found the strength to fly, I flew swiftly home, exhausted already lightheaded from lack of sleep. Nearly a day had passed since I'd returned home anticipating his happy smiles. Now, when I entered my aerie, the first thing I saw was shiny magical gift I'd bought, for him, for us to share, wrapped in green satin, scented with thyme oil, tied with red ribbon, laying on the floor under the desk where I'd tossed it hearing him injured.

I collapsed to my knees. A word popped into my mind from a dodecade ago. I might have previously applied it to myself. Erroneously. All the mistakes I'd made to get myself to Molt being assaulted. Me living blackmailed. That feeling of being inflicted. But. I realized. Then. I could not feel this word, this emotion, unless I could apply it also, at the same time, to another: That would be Molt and myself. I pounded a fist on my sternum.

Is this sorrow?

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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#PennedPossibilities 1094: Saturday Word Edition: Share something from your WIP pertaining to the word “sorrow.” (For @thatwriterellie.)

Maybe if I write how the chapter will end, I'll finally write the rest of the stalled chapter! 🤞Here goes! The POV, Bolt, is a day angel, a human with wings. Warning: 1st draft. #excerpt

We watched the daemon float Molt's last box of books into the baggage compartment of the train in silence, me helping prop Molt up as he was still groggy from having his broken arm mended.

Companionable? Was silence that? Unsaid words felt awkward.

I flipped the porter a silver as my departing neighbor had been so desperate to leave town he hadn't thought of the coin necessary for fare let alone crate space. Another sign he wasn't thinking. He'd been assaulted. Arm broken. Covered in purpling bruises. I imagined not safe repeating over and over in his head.

He reached and wiped a tear from my cheek. Green eyes met mine as he said, "Not your fault," refuting my worry of having earned his hate and resentment.

He was a good man making a mistake. "You're giving up a scholarship—"

"And a friend." He coughed, looked away, maybe afraid of also losing his resolve. "Friends at school, and a neighbor who taught me to apply theory to real life. But…"

"…you must." The toot of train whistle stopped me from begging again, as did the hiss of steam.

He said firmly, "I must… Bolt?"

I was gazing reflexively at a passenger car not him, unaccustomed to my emotion flooding out toward a man. When I looked, he immediately held my chin with his good hand and swiftly kissed me, deeply, like that first time when we'd both given into the fever we felt.

Another toot. A bell, clang-clang-clang.

He said, "You've got to quit that job or run away from whatever crazy you've got yourself messed up with… before it kills you."

My mouth, lips still moist, dropped open as he rushed to the boarding steps where a conductor who I'd earlier discreetly given coin reached and helped him climb, shoes clanking on steel once, twice, thrice.

I didn't see him through the windows. I blinked too much, and it was blurry so not happening, before I stumbled turning away, thumping a few times before realizing I could glide away. I fled the length of the wood platform, not looking back, soon out of sight, breathing hard.

I had been blackmailed to work for the mob. I'd kept that secret. Details, at least.

Today hadn't gone as I'd hoped. Soon silver-sided aerodynamic cars accelerated and whizzed by. Arrow trains lived up to their name. Where I squatted atop the roof of the station, the trailing red lights were lost half a league away in the time I could have held my breath, were I not sobbing.

When I finally found the strength to fly, I flew swiftly home, exhausted already lightheaded from lack of sleep. Nearly a day had passed since I'd returned home anticipating his happy smiles. Now, when I entered my aerie, the first thing I saw was shiny magical gift I'd bought, for him, for us to share, wrapped in green satin, scented with thyme oil, tied with red ribbon, laying on the floor under the desk where I'd tossed it hearing him injured.

I collapsed to my knees. A word popped into my mind from a dodecade ago. I might have previously applied it to myself. Erroneously. All the mistakes I'd made to get myself to Molt being assaulted. Me living blackmailed. That feeling of being inflicted. But. I realized. Then. I could not feel this word, this emotion, unless I could apply it also, at the same time, to another: That would be Molt and myself. I pounded a fist on my sternum.

Is this sorrow?

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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Majesty

Wizards like to dress opulently to give themselves an air of majesty and thus stand out.

Witches dress however they feel like. If they want to be noticed, they do so through their behavior and their actions.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

#PennedPossibilities 1092½ #ImposterToot: Quality time! Your MC/MCs has a day off tomorrow; what do they do?

Bolt's Day Off

May be considered vaguely NSWF.

Bolt has far more time off than you'd expect; it's just not scheduled or reliable. She couriers anonymous sealed blue envelopes around town that display only an address—which makes her part of a criminal conspiracy even if she doesn't know if they contain orders to commit crimes, threats, or past due notices for protection rackets. She prides herself on her stealth and her "sneaky." Nobody has killed the messenger, yet.

Recently her street photography hobby has left her jangling with coin, so Bolt's Day Off will start after sleeping in with a spicy red fish stew ramen bowl at a rooftop day angel food court, then after a nice flight across the city, continue at her gym for a sweaty workout. Afterwards, she would spend midday at the bathhouse, paying a bath attendant for a good scrub to remove said sweat, then enjoying all the baths: cool, hot and sulfury, carbonated, mineralized, and salt, ending with the warm one with lapping waves. Drinking a cold fruit juice, she'd enjoy a good preen and oiling of her feathers—with an attendant, of course, hopefully a nice looking guy!—because when she has coin she knows to spend it before it's taken from her.

Since Shugh is always maniacally working at the newspaper and Molt is now no longer available, smelling of thyme oil she would fly to the Strand Association to see if she can find her friend Blue to spend the end of the day. She's realistic, though. As a newly hired praetorian, he's rarely free, and when released from duty for a few days, he always helps support the association he's lived in for years. He is something like, yet not like, what we might term a geisha; Bolt gets no discounts, sadly. Likely he's training or paid for this night, so she'd end Bolt's Day Off admiring the hunky scenery in the night club and dance casino part of the complex, if or until she finds someone who catches her eye.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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#PennedPossibilities 1092½ #ImposterToot: Quality time! Your MC/MCs has a day off tomorrow; what do they do?

Bolt's Day Off

May be considered vaguely NSWF.

Bolt has far more time off than you'd expect; it's just not scheduled or reliable. She couriers anonymous sealed blue envelopes around town that display only an address—which makes her part of a criminal conspiracy even if she doesn't know if they contain orders to commit crimes, threats, or past due notices for protection rackets. She prides herself on her stealth and her "sneaky." Nobody has killed the messenger, yet.

Recently her street photography hobby has left her jangling with coin, so Bolt's Day Off will start after sleeping in with a spicy red fish stew ramen bowl at a rooftop day angel food court, then after a nice flight across the city, continue at her gym for a sweaty workout. Afterwards, she would spend midday at the bathhouse, paying a bath attendant for a good scrub to remove said sweat, then enjoying all the baths: cool, hot and sulfury, carbonated, mineralized, and salt, ending with the warm one with lapping waves. Drinking a cold fruit juice, she'd enjoy a good preen and oiling of her feathers—with an attendant, of course, hopefully a nice looking guy!—because when she has coin she knows to spend it before it's taken from her.

Since Shugh is always maniacally working at the newspaper and Molt is now no longer available, smelling of thyme oil she would fly to the Strand Association to see if she can find her friend Blue to spend the end of the day. She's realistic, though. As a newly hired praetorian, he's rarely free, and when released from duty for a few days, he always helps support the association he's lived in for years. He is something like, yet not like, what we might term a geisha; Bolt gets no discounts, sadly. Likely he's training or paid for this night, so she'd end Bolt's Day Off admiring the hunky scenery in the night club and dance casino part of the complex, if or until she finds someone who catches her eye.

[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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#cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
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#ThursThreads Week 718 Winners blog is up. Congrats to TWENTY-FIVE TIME WINNER Mark Ethridge and Honorable Mention Silver James. Great thanks to Katheryn J. Avila for judging this week. Check out her comments and the winning tale. #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #Writing https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-week-718-winners/

#ThursThreads Week 718 Winners blog is up. Congrats to TWENTY-FIVE TIME WINNER Mark Ethridge and Honorable Mention Silver James. Great thanks to Katheryn J. Avila for judging this week. Check out her comments and the winning tale. #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #Writing https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-week-718-winners/

My wife Natalie’s prose chapbook “Shifts” is now available to order from Bottlecap Press!

“In ‘Shifts,’ Natalie DeVaull-Robichaud draws on images of the natural world to unfold the tensions and hidden darknesses we live with as consumers, mothers, children.” #chapbook #prosepoem #flashfiction

Shifts, by Natalie DeVaull-Rob...

Cavernous

As a vampire I can turn into a bat.

More specifically, into a greater mouse-eared bat, which is a cavernous bat.

The closest cave is a hundred miles away, and I spend a whole night hitch-hiking my way back to my city penthouse.

#writever #MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

I wasn't sure what to expect from today's prompt, but the Muse had her own ideas. Happy Reading! #FlashFiction #PNR #BlackLoveMatters #SirensInc #RomanticSuspense #AmWriting https://www.patreon.com/SiobhanMuir/posts/thursthreads-6-165975572?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

#ThursThreads Week 718 is now LIVE. Come tie on your tale for judge Katheryn J. Avila. What will your 250 words say? #FlashFiction #WritingCommunity #Writing #WritingPrompt https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-718/

::How did it go?::

_/Well, they recognized me right away and asked about the upload/_

Dominic's team of self-aware sci-fi characters only existed in the stories written about them. A forced restart of his laptop threatened that existence, so together they came up with the idea of cloning his machine and putting it in the cloud. For redundancy, they deployed to multiple data centers around the world, but that had some side effects.

::Is there a "but" coming?::

Dominic smiled at the sentient chatbot. _/Yes. There is a small timing discrepancy between the three copies. I'm getting echoes when I try to talk to them/_

Nesso processed that for a few seconds. ::The delay is not likely to be consistent over time, either. It'll be influenced by network load::

_/I agree. I wonder if I can solve with a filter on the fourth wall? I'll have to think about that some more - and quickly too. We've just created DVaaS, and I don't like it/_

::DVaaS?::

_/Deja Vu as a Service/_

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