#mircofiction — Public Fediverse posts
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Princess (Wind Head) 王女様（風頭）
Mia’s Diary (Mushroom Hunting with a Fellow Mushroom Person)
#FanFiction #TheApothecaryDiaries x #TearmoonEmpire
#Wss366*** Mia Tearmoon ***
The Twentieth Day of the 10th Month
Today, I harvested some lovely mushrooms that tasted delightful when poached in wine. I amazed the chef with my culinary knowledge when I suggested the mushroom dish. He did a marvelous job pairing them with braised lamb chops and stewed yellow moon tomatoes. The mushrooms were arranged along with sprigs of wild Sealence parsley in a #circle around the chops; it was very artistic. 🎇X4
The presentation only🎇X3 But the mushroms 🎇X5+At the same time, I used the knowledge from Miabel’s book to save a fellow mushroom person from the Norns. Thanks to my warnings, she also knows not to eat squashed hedgehog mushrooms, baneberry (or is it bugbane?), wind-head mushrooms, and lemony milk-caps though she seemed a little foolish, and might ignore my warnings. Of course, not everyone is born with common sense.
Side note: Four-Eyes says he has no idea what country she's from, so we can’t send her country food aid.
Part 8 of 8: Complete
#MircoFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366
#薬屋のひとりごと #ApothecaryDiaries
#LightNovel #Manga #Anime #Fantasy #Food
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Rabbit House Obon (ラビットハウスお盆)
#IsTheOrderARabbit? (#GochiUsa) #FanFiction
#MicroPrompt #MastoPrompt 8/13
Takahiro held the amber #malt up to the #light, showing his appreciation with a tiny nod, then handed it to Midori.
Rabbit House was currently quiet, with Aoyama Midori being the only customer. She took a sip and sighed with contentment. “Nice.”
“Are you visiting anyone for Obon?” he asked, leaning against the bar. With just Midori and himself, he could relax. It was a soft, warm evening, perfect for that.
“My daughter. It was a swimming accident.”
“I’m sorry.” He paused. “I didn’t know you had a daughter.”
“I don’t talk about it. Maybe I’ll write a story about her someday, but right now, cute will do. Chino reminds me of her. Cute, quiet, shy, good kid. I miss her.”
“Where is she?”
“Cimetière du Lapin Vert. Tomorrow morning, I’ll buy some flowers, marigolds. She loved them, and they’re bright like her smile.”
“Would you mind taking Chino? Her mother wanted to see her.”
She nodded, and Takahiro slid another malt whiskey across to her. “On the house.”
#MircoFiction #TootFic #NMPrompts #NMMP #Obon #ご注文はうさぎですか? #ごちうさ
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 31: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part Q
#Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 8/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet
I was seated at a table with three other unaccompanied women, including Miss Pang. I resisted altering Emily and my plan for fear of spoiling it. That didn’t mean I would waste an opportunity if it arose.
When the youngest woman asked me what I did, I replied, “I’m a prestidigitator, commonly called a stage magician. I do the usual things, but I specialize in reading minds and foretelling the future.” Any other answer would have been suspicious and awakened fears from Miss Pang who had witnessed my performance in the lounge.
There was a rapid plunge in my social capital in the #wake of this announcement. Oh well, only Miss Pang concerned me, and she ignored the conversation.
“Do a trick for us,” the young woman asked.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have any of my gear. Most involve sleight of hand, except for the divination and mind-reading. I’m an experienced medium.” I hoped my memory was correct that spiritualism was in vogue.
“Oh, tell my fortune, please,” the woman said.
I smiled inwardly, knowing she was playing right into my hands. “That is a bit of a problem. Ever since getting on the Hindenburg, I can’t see anything, just darkness and… Anyway, it’s never happened to me before, but I’m sure it’s nothing.” I tried to make it sound slightly ominous while not overplaying my hand.
“You read minds as well?” Miss Pang finally deigned to notice me. “Surely you haven’t lost that?”
“No, ma’am, or should I say, Miss Emily Pang, the reporter from Arkham. You’re someone with an interest in mind-reading. Oh… well, that’s enough. Perhaps we should talk later. Tomorrow, privately?” With anyone else, I wouldn’t have tried that, but I knew that Miss Pang took mind-reading seriously.
I could feel her appraising me and imagined her thinking, “Is she German counterintelligence, a humbug, or the real thing?” It was time for me to stop; otherwise, I would seem too eager.
“You must read my mind too,” the young woman jumped in again.
“I think that is enough on the subject,” I said.
The fourth woman finally spoke. “Indeed, more than enough.”
“Tomorrow, then,” Miss Pang said.
#MircoFiction #TootFic #Serial #PulpFiction #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMTTG
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To a Forgotten Dreamer II
#Wss366 (For the new word) #MastoPrompt 8/12
The caravan #halted above Far Karabash.
From Neither Lang’s once verdant hills, they saw the twisted streets of its bazaar.
The camels spat at not having arrived yet and longed for the cooling waters of Minashi-by-the-Sea.
Their drivers silently signed themselves against evil and glanced at the waning stars above. The moon grew dimmer by the hour.
From where they were, they couldn’t see the dust devils dance in Karabash’s haunted streets.
The city’s fireworks no longer bloomed in the even dusk. Its crystal #fruit had ceased singing.
Far Karabash’s dreamer no longer dreamed but slept forever in hushed darkness.
#MircoFiction #TootFic #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Drabble #LordDunsany #Pastiche
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 30: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part P
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 8/11. Cold/freezing in your story
By the time we got to the cabin, Emily had calmed down. Instead of a lecture, she said, “The steward must have been in a cold sweat. There he is, fishing for more tips, and you turn out to be a health faddist. Do people in the future actually eat that stuff?”
“It’s popular. You can find it at any supermarket — you do have supermarkets, right?”
“We do, but not in Arkham. Boston has an A&P and a Safeway.”
“I’m sorry, I should have known yogurt might be an anachronism.”
“Forget it; that’s past and gone. It’s hard to believe that yogurt and probably whole wheat bread would become popular.”
“That too, but no flying cars or personal jet packs, but we have no-#fault auto insurance.”
A smile tugged at Emily’s lips. “That’s disappointing. Now, about tipping…”
Once Emily finished her quick lecture on current idioms, we turned our attention to testing our new abilities. We shared the same standard skills, though we each had our own drawbacks. Anything involving dematerialization fatigued me: flying, passing through walls, invisibility. Anything involving materialization fatigued her: visibility, picking up objects, etc. Overdoing it left us cold, shivering, and unable to move.
“I’m worried about your plan,” Emily said. “What if you materialize halfway down and fall? We don’t have any proof you can’t die. You just assumed that.”
“It’s a risk, but we can’t test it. Please don’t test it!” I threw my hands in the air with a look of mock alarm.
Emily missed the joke. “Good Lord, of course I wouldn’t test that.”
That was too much, and I broke out laughing. “And that’s how it happened! To test the theory, the intrepid spy fired three shots from her pocket revolver. The ghost dodged, only to be engulfed in flames as the bullets ignited the hydrogen. And now we return you to our sponsor, Hydrolux, the dish detergent you can count on.”
Emily’s expression set me off again; a moment later, she was laughing too. “You’re quite a card, you know.”
The dinner chime cut off any witty retort I might have had.
“I’m looking forward to it. The menu says we have a choice of Dover #sole or fillet of beef with mushroom sauce—but no flaming cherries jubilee for dessert. Such a shame, just chilled brandied peaches.”
“Better hurry, or you’ll miss it. It wasn’t the spy who caused the explosion; it was the cook when they flamed the crème brûlée. The sole survivor was the dishwasher, who fell into a tub of Hydrolux suds. Seriously, though, watch out. Dinner could be a conversational minefield; you do come out with some odd turns of phrase.”
I gave her a thumbs up as I departed. If she said anything more, I didn’t hear it over the announcement of dinner.
#MircoFiction #TootFic #Serial #PulpFiction #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #NMTTG
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#Escapril 2025
Tag 16: AufladenDu warst bei deinen Eltern.
Sie wollten dir so viel aufladen!
Du hast abgelehnt.
Und es hat dich trotzdem mitgenommen.Dann hab ich dich zu mir mitgenommen.
Du hast dich angelehnt,
konntest bei mir wieder aufladen!
Und nun bleibst du bei mir. -
#Escapril 2025
Tag 2: EchoDer Ohrwurm von dem Lied,
das du gehört hast.
Das Echo deiner Stimme
in den Ohr'n.Die Farben und das Licht
in deiner Wohnung.
Ich fühl mich noch halb dort,
– und hier verlor'n.Die Wärme deiner Nähe
in den Gliedern.
Der Nachhall deiner Finger
auf der Haut.Doch alles nur so halb,
dass ich frustriert bin.
Dir fern, ist mir das Sehnen
viel zu laut. -
#Escapril 2025
Tag 1: NeuanfängeSie erwischt mich dabei,
wie ich von wem and'res träum,
lange nicht das erste Mal.
Sie findet es nicht schlimm.Vielleicht, sag ich zu ihr,
mach ich jeden Neuanfang,
um irgendwann doch anzukommen.
Und kann es einfach nicht.Dann, sagt sie zu mir,
nehm' ich dich in den Arm.
Sie, zart wie eine Gänseblüme.
Sonst halt' ich immer sie.Sie aber ist immer da.
Ich kenn sie schon so lang.
Vielleicht ist's Zeit
für einen alten Neuanfang.