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  1. #MiniMasterpieces 9 — Chocolate

    This week's dialogue-based prompt is:

    "What were you doing? There's chocolate everywhere."

    Write a short toot-sized story about this sentence down below in the comments.

    I'm changing things up here and doing sentences or sentence fragments from now on. I'm getting back into this tag for friends, but AI is getting crazy. It's getting hard to tell what's art and what's fake stuff from AI.

    #WritingPrompt #WritingCommunity #MicroFiction #Fantasy #Magic #Art #PennedPossibilities

  2. #MiniMasterpieces 8 — The Battle

    Write a short toot-sized story about this set of art pieces down below in the comments.

    Credit: artstation.com/artwork/d01a6e

    I love concept (and card) art for "Magic the Gathering," and I had an idea to throw some of it in here for prompts to be used.

    #WritingPrompt #VisualPrompt #VisualWritingPrompt #WritingCommunity #MicroFiction #Fantasy #Magic #Art #PennedPossibilities

  3. #MiniMasterpieces 7 — Macabre Neon City

    Jasmine glanced around as Carmin landed on the building's roof next to her. "Being this close to hell is rather obvious. the grunge isn't pretty." Jasmine sighed her tail twitching slightly.
    "tell me about it," Carmin sighed, "I can feel the grime seeping into my feathers. it's all psycotic of course."

    Jasmine snorted, "psychological... not psycotic. neither of us are psycotic."

    The pair gazed down at the streets below the glow from the magically created neon lights reflecting up towards them bathing the pair in a rainbow-hued glow. They were close to the forest Shymra had asked them to meet her at and the pair hoped that the sanctuary they were both seeking was close by.

  4. @floofpaldi
    for #MiniMasterpieces 7 — Macabre Neon City
    it looks like there's descriptions of 4 images. but the descriptions all seem to be described the same. are they all the same. or is my brain just missing something obvious?
    and a toot sized story. amused I have 16k chars to work with XD

  5. #MiniMasterpieces 7 — Macabre Neon City

    Write a short toot-sized story about this set of art pieces down below in the comments.

    For context: I'm only tagging the other wonderful writing groups (and their respective hashtags) so people can see that I FINALLY have a new post in the prompt thread.

    Credit: rodeo.club/@jilt/posts

    Tumblr post with all 8 photos: tumblr.com/nestedneons/7738520

    #WritingPrompt #PennedPossibilities #VisualPrompt #VisualWritingPrompt #WritingCommunity #MicroFiction #Fantasy #SFF #SciFi #ScienceFiction #Art #WordWeavers #WritersCoffeeClub

  6. Oh, hey. I missed my second anniversary on Mastodon by two days. I'm so happy to be here. A great big thank you to the #WritingCommunity, #WritersCoffeeClub, #WordWeavers, and to my #PennedPossibilities and #MiniMasterpieces groups. There are too many things to list here but thank you for happily accepting me way back when I first joined this awesome place. You're all so wonderful and oh so appreciated. 💜

  7. @AnnaSaultron @AndeeHarry Honey... I only host #MiniMasterpieces and #PennedPossibilities, not the others. If you want their names, I'll list them. We have #WritersCoffeeClub by @johnhowesauthor, #WordWeavers is done by @AlinaLeonova and @BranwenOShea (with some others throwing in lovely suggestions), and then there's also the list below by @shaedrich for more. I highly suggest it! 💜

    mindly.social/@shaedrich@masto

    They're all amazing hashtags. I highly recommend them for our fellow writers.

  8. #MiniMasterpieces 5 — Friend or Foe

    I looked down from the plateau as wisps of fog drifted by on that humid hot first day. Caught up in a giant ring of fire that swept through the park, it affected my vision. It affected everything! It had transformed my family, but at least I could see. Differently. Telescopically. My older son and his cousins crawled near the cliff face, patrolling though confused and scared, heeding my warnings to watch the world below us. My twins and Little Betty, barely 1 1/2 years old, had become long, white eggs, the size of an SUV.

    Out there, I saw: /Others./ We'd had a picnic at the seaside park. That explained the sand. It might have explained the scuba suit. It did not explain why a pig with a pink snout was wearing said suit. Silently watching us. Nor the yellow tanks, or the mask.

    I had to assume the ring captured and transformed everything alive it found, leaving us in an alien world. It might have only been transmuting only people, or I could be facing changed coyotes and seagulls. Facing any beast, animal or human, worried me.

    I was a mom.

    My family and I were iguanas now, or were we iguanodons? Did this mean I was a dinosaur? I should have listened to Johnny when he babbled incessantly about them.

    The one thing I knew for sure was that I could not take a chance that the pig man, nor anyone else, was hungry... for eggs or lizard meat.

    We had to be alive to return home.

    [Author retains copyright (c)2024 RS.]

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    #fiction #fantasy #writing #writer #writers #author #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon
    #RSdiscussion
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    #microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory
    #WritingPrompt #PennedPossibilities #VisualPrompt
    #VisualWritingPrompt #Magic #Art

    cc: @floofpaldi

  9. #MiniMasterpieces 4 — Campfire Friends

    @floofpaldi

    "Ughhhh!"

    I backpedaled so quickly, arms waving, that I tripped, loosing my staff. My right sandal flew into the fire. My heart beat so rapidly, I was instantly dizzy, which may be why I hit my head on a tree, slid over, scratching my cheek, flailing. I twisted—and oh my stars did that hurt!—but kept from splashing face forward into the lake. Just my hand.

    Yes. I screamed like a 10 year old girl. I know because a purple poison frog had hopped on my chest when I was a 10-year-old. And. If you ever repeat that—you're toast!

    It took me minutes to catch my breath, staring upward, heart racing. I checked if I'd peed myself, and I had not.

    I don't often take Scarletto away from town, and I'd really had to think hard about bringing my boyfriend into the forest. He' smart, always working to solve disagreements for me with the guilds and crafters, but he really is more suited for life in any town, with its homes, restaurants, shops, and inns. His magic made me shiver, and he could be very sweet. Sadly, he was also a gentleman. I wanted more passion. I wanted him to kiss me as he had done that day...

    To that end, I'd heard of the giant boulders discovered beside the Crystal Lake. The mouth of Puma river had changed outlets, revealing the previously hidden grotto. Travelers passing through the inn had told stories that if you and your girl camped there, you were certain to either marry or find the true demeanor of your love. Guild members had verified it, but none would tell why the place was special.

    They teased me about my boyfriend.

    I wasn't taking him there without first checking it out, of course. I needed to make sure it was safe.

    I'd found it easy enough. No other boulders sat beside the gently lapping lake. I've fair night vision and the moon was full, so I had little trouble hiking without a torch. Scarletto would need some help, which meant he'd be holding me a lot. Nice little rock beach, actually. Spring hadn't caused the trees to fill with buds hiding the moon, or filled in the underbrush masking fallen deadwood. I assembled kindling. I arranged split wood in a cone, spilled fuel, and lit it.

    Hands out over the crackling flames, I noticed something gleam above. I looked.

    Demon eyes set in a lion's face below demon horns returned my gaze.

    I then screamed, "Ugh...!" The rest you know.

    Why some sadistic /fool/ had carved that, I've no idea! As I retrieved my smoking sandal, I resolved that were I ever to discover who the creep was—what an elaborate prank—I might just /accidentally/ break his leg.

    On the other hand, my boyfriend did like ghost stories... I chuckled, grinning widely.

    [Author retains copyright (c)2024 RS.]

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    #fiction #fantasy #writing #writer #writers #author #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon
    #RSdiscussion
    #RSstory
    #microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory
    #WritingPrompt #PennedPossibilities #VisualPrompt
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  10. #MiniMasterpieces 3 — Enchanting and Pearlescent

    “It’s so pretty,” gushed the girl, looking out.

    The princess shrugged. “I suppose. I wish I could wade in it.”

    The girl looked at the princess's lacy rose-pink dress. “Yeah, getting dirty would be bad.”

    “And unladylike.”

    Changing the subject, the princess asked, “Would you like some tea?” Then poured faintly scented rose tea.

    “Wow, I’ve never had anything that tasted this good. — Can I have some cookies?”

    “Of course, and you should say ‘please.’”

    The girl grabbed a handful. “Please.”

    “What did you want me for?” The girl asked through the cookie crumbs.

    “To change places with me.”

    #FlashFiction #MicroFiction #Drabble #Fantasy #NMDrabble #NMFlash
    @floofpaldi

  11. #MiniMasterpieces 3 — Enchanting and Pearlescent

    Ref: mindly.social/@floofpaldi/1117

    When the pink and pearlescent kale sprouted across the Fair Empire that spring, people stood amazed. It unfurled into leafy heads within days as the air warmed and the rains receded. They sprung from soil, rock, or building. Their leaves tasted good, especially sautéed in butter and garlic. Better, people thought: harvest one, three filled in. Blessings from heaven?

    I saw weeds not beauty. Few had. Putting them to the knife made them multiply, but kept them immature. The first hot day, the grown heads bolted, so I was spared the worst of the stink that drifted through closed windows. They'd flowered in darkness, expelling darkness. I wrapped my nose and mouth with wet cloths and ventured out.

    I saw this: Abandoned carriages, barrels and bales forgotten. Empty boats bobbed in the canals. Silence but for the wind and rustle of leaves. Horses gone.

    People gone.

    I ran from the pink cancer, from the pearlescent tumors that disfigured our prosperous city. From the evil enchantment, and its killing spores. Others ran. The lucky few. I saw people vanish even so, into dust devils of swirling ash. I know not how I survived.

    This, my daughter, is why we never venture near the valley of Death.

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    #RSdiscussion
    #RSstory
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