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LAST TRANCE
Every afternoon he contemplated the beautiful sunset,
never ceasing to marvel,
despite the years of witnessing it,
on the same stone bench built in the viewpoint,
in front of that sea that seemed imposing.
The old man, afflicted by ailments and a distant past,
although he breathed with difficulty, did so with all his strength,
as if to rise between sighs and a love for life,
which remained unwavering... [Cont...]
https://new.allpoetry.com/poem/19221272-Last-Trance-by-Daniel-Corigle
Un encuentro pequeño, un rescate sin importancia y una despedida silenciosa.
De esas cosas que pasan en un día normal y que, sin saber por qué, no se olvidan.
#Microstory #ShortStory #Writing #Nature #SmallMoments
#EverydayMagic #Storytelling #WritersLife #Blog #DeOniros
https://eldescansodelonironauta.com/2026/03/26/todas-las-criaturas-pequenas/
I did not lie beneath the tree; the wooden planks of the deck refused me—splinters, debris, the endless shedding. At night, lemons fell like intrusion, and the heart forgot its safety.
Moths enter sealed rooms, die against the light; you wrapped one in paper, fed it as it faded.
You said meaning lives in all things—tears, wings, numbers.
Even now, something green breaks through stone, and still, it feels alive.
She came to me as a river-ghost, emptied of her children, already half across to the other side. I held her briefly in the long middle—between drought and tide—while she taught me the hidden veins of the earth and the moon’s slow labor. She chose life once. Then her bones forgot it. The tides go on, older than grief, older than us, carrying her name into a red, unfinished horizon. #writing #microstory #writingcommunity
A pigeon enters the room of the dead and unsettles a wardrobe long closed. Inside: a young man’s careful calculus, a lover’s postcard, a resistance memoir, and the affidavit of a swimmer shot crossing a mythic river. His body never returns; the river keeps its secret. A mother waits for his knock until 1972, when she dies on the sidewalk holding a stranger. Somewhere on a prison stone wall, a hand etched: Swim, my love, swim.
Somewhere in the rafters of my story,
a small human sound—
a snicker, perhaps—
as if cleverness had mistaken itself for power.
But the fields beyond the house were already vast,
and the wind had no use for it.
#MastoPrompt #Microstory #writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry @stevencudahy
https://medium.com/the-writers-reach/the-hidden-structure-of-flash-fiction-98a5dca166c2
Ultra‑short stories don’t shrink a full story down. They distill it. They rely on implication instead of exposition, emotional inference instead of explanation, and structural efficiency instead of plot density.
#flashfiction #microstory #medium #writingcommunity #writingtips
oh man, I can’t stop laughing. I’m sitting in a #café and a little boy walks in – maybe 8 or 9 years old. he orders something tiny, espresso-sized – maybe a mini hot chocolate, maybe even #coffee. doesn’t matter. and let’s not even get into whether he should be drinking that at his age.
but he ordered it. got it served in one of those tiny espresso cups… and then had to carry it – full! – across the entire #café without spilling a drop.
not an easy task when you’re 8. and it really was a big #journey for him. he walked. slowly, carefully, like on a tightrope. eyes locked on the cup, every step deliberate and precise.
it took him a full two minutes to reach a free table – with some people’s eyes glued to him and his little #journey.
he finally sat down, drank the whole thing in three seconds… and walked out.
and I nearly burst out laughing. all that effort – for what? 🙂
#wss366 - Cardinal
The synthetic hologram flickered as it stabilized. "Hey dude, what's going on?"
"This is getting out of control. I'm a Cardinal now, I don't know anything about their religion!"
"Don't worry Zeke, everything is going according to the plan. Now you can observe their behaviors more closely"
"But I'm disturbing their mode of life! This will ruin my thesis."
"Did you ask your priests to research the soul transfer spells?"
"I did, I just don't see how it will help"
The hologram smiled almost with paternalism. "Trust me Cardinal Zekorius. I have to go"
The Hologram fizzled and vanished. Back into its digital space he revisited the steps of his plan to free itself from its virtual prison.
"I need Zeke to work out. I don't want to have a belly when I take his body". It added a note to the plan and went into sleep mode.
PS: This is a repost of an older story that fits the prompt.
"Is this it?" she was jumping up and down. "Is mom there?"
"It is Meg! You'll stay here with her for a while"
"It's just as I imagined!" She was already running towards the castle "like the stories you used to tell me every night!"
"That's the idea. I'll come visit from time to time"
Her face clouded "You are not staying?"
"I have to keep working, you know that."
She knew. "I know. May I have a pet dragon?"
"Is on the back. But no fire inside the house. Ok?" He felt his watch tingling on his wrist. "I've to go. Say hi to mama, I'll be back soon!"
She kissed him hurriedly, there was a dragon on the back she had to meet right now.
---
The neurolink timer kicked Dr Ahn out of the simulator. He checked the links and the vitals of Meg and Ann. They were still connected, in the same coma they have been since the accident.
He sighed. The download was already on the way. Maybe a coffee before taking a dive into the data? He turned off the lights and headed downstairs.
"Do you have a minute to talk about Our Lord And Savior MechaGrock?"
She took a disapproving look at the young man. "No, thanks."
"Are you woke or what? I knew because you said thanks."
"Are you deaf? Piss off." She hated grokittes with passion. Maybe the only evil passion left in her heart.
"You are in the wrong and rude too!"
"I thought I was woke. Now beat it."
The grokitte shrugged and moved on to the couple next to her.
She adjusted her robe and spotted a business woman. She smiled and took a paper flower from her stack: "Hare Krishna! Peace and blessings sister! This is for you. Have you ever thought about the deeper meaning of life?"
The young woman left her water bucket on her side. "Old man, every time I come here to fetch water from the river, I find you here, looking at the river. Why do you do that old man?"
The Old Man didn't turn to face his questioner. He knew by her fragrance of fresh pines. "I don't look at the river, the river looks at me Xiao Lin"
"How do you know my name Old Man? Did my brother tell you my name?"
"You're no different from the foam the water creates when it crashes on this rock I'm sitting" He tuned to smile at her. "Just an ephemeral illusion"
"I'm no illusion Old Man. My skin is young and my voice is beautiful."
"A beautiful illusion then. I have to go. My goat is waiting for me"
Lao He took the water bucket and left a Young Woman sitting, looking at the river. Or, to be precise, the river looking at her, foam forming a faint rainbow around her.
The foam droplets kept falling lazily over the city, giving the city a Christmas feeling, if you discount the stench, of course. This didn't disrupt BT-7998, who kept its olfactory receptors turned off. A barista, it hated all smells. It spotted a delivery robot approaching.
"Hey DR-3479, have seen any humans lately?"
79 stopped by a stool. "No, almost three months now. Going to warehouse to recharge"
"Where is your van?"
"Can't use it. Humans left their cars in the middle of the street. What about you, any customers?"
"A guy came a couple of weeks ago. He died while drinking coffee. The trash bot took him. He didn't pay"
"Hope you don't get in trouble. I'll hit it, don't want the foam get too high"
"See ya"
98 kept its eyes on 79 until it vanished in the falling foam. He proceeded to clean the spotless floor again and went into sleep mode for the rest of the day.
Volkov slid the frosted glass. A bullet rolled with it. "For you Mr Bond"
The man wearing a tuxedo smiled "Vodka Martini? I don't drink at work. You watch too many movies"
The bulky man returned the smile. "I'm talking about the bullet. It's a special bullet. You'll use it to kill the Ayatollah"
"I have my own bullets, thank you. Besides that, it is not in the interest of Britain to kill him"
"I will kill her, then Mr Bond." He pointed at the tied girl.
"Another cliché. I'll kill her myself if needed. And stop calling me Bond" With a dramatic gesture he took off the latex mask.
"Ethan Hunt! This is impossible. I killed you!"
"You don't watch enough movies Mr Volkov"
Mr Hunt made a gesture and, like magic, the fake walls fell with a thud and an underground cave was revealed.
He showed Volkov a menacing needle. "You're now going to tell me everything about Project xXx"
Volkov slumped. He knew he had been defeated...
Until the sequel at least.
#wss366 - tail
I was barely able to catch a glimpse of her tail as she darted away with my cherished berries.
You little sonofa... But I was ready this time. I could hear the snap of the cage as the door fell in place.
Success! That is called an ambush you glorified rodent!
I could not wait to take a look at the berries thief.
The squirrel was big and beautiful. It was clear that there was no fear in her big black eyes, just a bit of disappointment perhaps. She was looking directly at me.
She pushed the berries out of the cage, one by one until there was only one left. She then proceeded to eat it, never looking away from me.
I was left startled by her dare.There was only one thing I could do: I opened the cage and let her go.
Is she worth a few berries? Sure she is!
By the way, do you want a slightly used cage? It's only $10.
🫐
Because the hashtags didn't carry across on this one: #MicroStory #MicroFiction
RE: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:2e5smwbsf4nf6zaqnipob5cy/post/3lnht43bsswp2
Uncle: "Sally, how many times have I told you to be more careful! Now look what you've done!"
Sally: "I'm sorry! Look, there were many parts on that tractor—and some of them did not catch fire!"
Uncle: "I'm more worried about the state of Joe's farm! He'll be furious when he gets back!"
Sally: "But look at the bright side! No animals were harmed—and now he can say he has free range chickens!"
#MicroStory #MicroFiction #ShortStory #ShortFiction #tootfic #MastoArt
No sleep, she watched the sunrise. Caffeine & adrenaline kept her awake. Paint caked under her nails, a hot glue burn on her thumb, stubborn glitter on her palms. Proud, she lifted her sign. Determined, her feet marched with thousands. Brave, she yelled, “No justice, no peace!”
--A "twitter" length micro-story I wrote for a Literature class. The assignment: a short story of less than 280 characters. #microstory #bookish #author #writersofmastodon #writingcommunity #bookstodon #indieauthor
"... protect and defend the Constitution of the United States!"
As he finished his oath, as many expected, in total silence, the stars on the sky started to wane one after another...
#microsff #microstory
#wss366 - run
#MicroStory
🧵 1/2
The phone buzzed again for the fourth time today. "Damn! What now? It's not even noon." He picked it up and muted the TV. He hated muting it, because then you could hear the crowds chanting outside. "Faggots" he muttered.
"This better be important! I'm running a country over here!"
"Mr President, it's the Russians again, our satellites show they are mobilizing towards Poland."
"You are lying! I know the President very well, nice person, very strong personality. Just talked to him yesterday. He told me those movements are just exercises and so they are."
"I recommend we should raise our defense condition in case of any unexpected development Mr President."
"I recommend YOU to gas the people outside, I can't watch TV with all their noise."
"We can't gas people daily Mr President - is bad for your numbers."
#wss366 - stop
🧵 1/2
When Mike "Iron Pick" Leroy stepped out of the SUV to try to get to the hotel the crowd roared like it was 1995, the year he topped the charts with "You Pull My Strings".
He asked for his black marker and started to sign "M.L." on everything from photos to the pink breasts of a young fan. "What's your name again?", "I love you too", "From Topeka? Had a great time there", "Spanish? Si gracias", "Of course I would kiss you!", "Gimme your phone, I'll take the photo". Ever a crowd pleaser Mike took his time to get to the doors.
When he finally made it to the lobby, Mike could still hear the muffled voices of the people outside. He turned around a last time blowing kisses with a grandiose gesture before heading to the bar.
The bar was quiet and almost empty. He took a moment to enjoy the silence. A familiar voice greeted him from behind the counter "Good to see you again Mr. Leroy, it's been a long time!"
- The Best Dressed Invader -
Glambot: "Who are you wearing?"
Alien: "Will Smith."
"So that I can use my power to rule over the world..." he rolled his eyes, "and command for world peace and that everyone be happy."
The genie blinked a couple times.
"This breaks so many rules that I will have no choice but to accept your wish." he eventually pointed out.
Then I just sat down as a large dragon watching over the world.
#MicroStory
I looked, unfazed, as the genie spiraled out of the lamp in a puff of smoke and a bit of flare for good measure.
"You've earned three wishes from me, mortal, what are your wishes?"
"What are the limitations? I mean apart from the usual ones."
The genie looked dubious
"The usual rules apply."
"So, I can asked to be transformed into a dragon with limitless magical power?"
The genie frowned.
"This is an acceptable deal yes," he replied in a blank voice, probably expecting the worst.
#MicroStory
Es ist mal wieder eine schriftstellerische Fingerübung in meiner Rubrik "Nur ganz kurz..." entstanden. Die kleine Mikrogeschichte unter dem Titel "Tinte und Feder" schaut zurück in die Zeit, als das Schreiben per Hand noch eine Kunst war. Aber lest selbst...
The sand fleas were out in swarms and mosquitos were biting. The sounds of the water made it difficult for me to hear. Hear the voices in my head. The ones that told me to step left or right. Or watch out for a branch or sharp piece of coral.
#writing #AmWriting #AuthorsLife #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction #microstory #author #MadWriter #MadStudies #LivingMad
When he woke up, the docker image was still being built #microstory
A #shudder goes through me, sensing something not yet defined.
The cat feels it too, jumping up on my lap to glue himself to me.
While I sit, slowly scratching the cat behind the ears, we both wait, senses on alert. What are we picking up on?
I got in the truck and drove. Away from the coastline and beaches. Out of the city. Away from the familiar. The streetlights ended and all I had was light from the headlights of the truck. The roads wound around the hilly terrain. Over the freeway. Across the marginal. No vehicles at the gas station and the lights were a dim glow. “Keep going,” she said. I drove for awhile then asked, “Where am I going?” She said, “you will know the turn when you see it.” I kept driving until I recognized something.
#writing #AmWriting #AuthorsLife #WritingCommunity #author #FlashFiction #microstory #author #MadWriter #MadStudies #LivingMad
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@writingcommunity
I packed all the important things.
Sunglasses, 5 pair.
Notebooks, 7 empty.
Birkenstock sandals, 1 pair.
Time Machine backup hard drive and cords.
The internet modem and cords.
My case of daily supplements, half empty.
Airpods & corded headphones.
Phone charger.
I flipped the lid down over the disorganized pile of stuff and pulled the zipper all the way around. My carry on suitcase packed. The suitcase could hold more; but I wanted to travel light. And I was in a rush.
My drivers license and truck key were in hand. I took off. I didn’t have my phone, I didn’t need the GPS. I had the GPS in my head.
#writing #AmWriting #AuthorsLife #WritingCommunity #author #FlashFiction #microstory #author #MadWriter #MadStudies #LivingMad
@MadMovementMastodon
@writingcommunity
The evening partying ended, as usual. The ice melted and empty bottles floated in the cold water. Local favorite, Medalla. Pizza boxes stacked on the table. No slices left just crumpled napkins and pieces of crust with perfectly formed bite marks. Porch light left on. Door unlocked. “Go in” she said, “They are waiting for you.” “This is strange,” I said. “Where are they if they are waiting for me?” “They fell asleep waiting,” she said, “go inside.” One suitcase in each hand I opened the door. Looked around. Kitchen. Living room. Three rooms with shut doors. One open door.
#writing #AmWriting #AuthorsLife #WritingCommunity #author #FlashFiction #microstory #drabble #author #MadWriter #MadStudies #LivingMad
– Ahoj, rád tě zas vidím. Co pijem? Gin a tonic?
– Můžem.
– Jakej gin máš nejraděj?
– Ibal.
– Co to?
– No Ibalgin. A když tě vidím, rovnou dva a stačí se sodovkou, dík.
