#tootfic — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #tootfic, aggregated by home.social.
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“Welcome to Carbonite Cruises how can i help you today?”
“How much for four years in the freezer?”
“Four…Voted for the other guy, eh?”
“Oh I didn’t vote”
“Then you can take the long way round. Get the hell out of my shop.”
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"No, Jacob, definitely NOT a good idea."
He held up his hands. "Sophia, I'm just curious."
She shook her head. "We are characters in a story - a story that is literally our whole reality - and you want to risk that by trying to open a 'fifth wall' to our past selves because," she started ticking off fingers, "1) we heard a voice mention it 2) that sounded like you, and 3) hinted at being from the future?"
Jacob nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
She pinched the bridge of her nose, and not for the first time this conversation.
"Sophia, the fifth wall could give us the ability to correct our own mistakes or pass along life lessons, or... something."
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"We need to nip this thing in the bud. What is-? The fifth wall is open again! Shut it dow-"
***Sophia and Jacob froze at the sound of Reggie's voice.
Sophia gestured to the ceiling, "See? Life lesson, right there!"
#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction
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“Have you read the new Crichton?”
“He’s dead, how can there be a new book.”
“Ghost written.”
“So it’s not by him and they paid some desperate kid to not have their name on the cover? Have some fucking respect, I’ll pass.”
“No, it’s cool, they used a Raspberry Pi, a surplus Russian GRAVEDUST unit and an CP/M emulator running WordStar to let him write from the Beyond. With a signal booster they reckon they’ll get a trilogy or two before he fades completely.”
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 126, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Classic #TimeTravelAuthors 08/19 Many
It was a #classic problem. I had too #many options.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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“Oh dear, I think we’re a food planet—“
“—old news, Larry Niven speculated that all earth life evolved from alien food yeast over half a century ago”
“That’s not what I me—“
“—and star trek retconned all the neighbour alien races being so fuckable as due to us all being genetically seeded by the Progenitors three decades ago—“
“No this is important—“
“—there’s really no new ideas left in ess eff I don’t know why you—“
“Will you SHUT UP for a minute. I’ve found the great filter, I know why this planet, like all the others before it, won’t give rise to a galactic civilisation!”
“Okay try it, I bet I’ve heard this one before”
“It’s only a matter of time. The Eaters are on their way. This planet is RIPE”
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The team of sentient sci-fi characters were just settling into their new cloud digs when a voice that sounded like suspiciously like Jacob broke into the conversation. Being already present in the room and hearing himself was confusing in the least.
"The other-me distinctly said 'fifth wall interface'. Author, do you know what that means?"
_/I was just about to ask you that. Wasn't that you I heard just now?/_
"No! Well yes, but no! Someone's playing a prank-," his attention swung to Reggie.
Reggie threw up his hands. "Hey - not it! I'm just as confused as you are."
Enzo raised his hand. "He also mentioned contacting 'past' published versions. Does that mean other-Jacob is from the future?"
"The future? You're kidding, right?" Jacob asked.
Enzo responded, "We ARE in a science fiction story, after all."
"I don't buy it. This has to be a joke."
"The voice exuded extreme confidence followed by disaster," Reggie responded. "Sounds like Jacob to me."
#MicroFiction #FlashFiction #TootFic #ShortStory #SciFi #ScienceFiction
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Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl University (part 2)Memo: Laser Pointers in Lectures
From: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics)
To: Academic Teaching StaffPlease utilise caution in using laser pointers in lectures. There are some students who will focus on the pointer rather than the material being covered.
Unfortunately, privacy rules do not allow me to identify the students in question, but I believe it should be reasonably obvious on a quick visual inspection of the attendants.
Hamish.
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From: Dr A. De Jeune (School of Medicine)
To: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics
Subject: Laser Pointer MemoHamish,
I have one of them in my BioChem 100 class. Thanks for the warning.
Alyce.----
From: Dr G Cranbourne-Wilson (School of Engineering)
To: Prof H Tepford (School of Mathematics
Subject: Laser Pointer MemoHamish,
I have one in Mech Eng 101.Unfortunately your warning came too late. She apologised afterwards, and made sure to stay with me until the ambulance came.
I should be back on campus next week, albeit with a moonboot.
Greg.
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To: HR Safety Team
From: Felicity Ambrose - Safety Investigator
Subject: OH&S Incident in Mech Eng 101 dd/mm/yyyyy 09:41Team,
Attached is my report on the OH&S incident last Wednesday in which Dr Cranborne-Wilson broke his ankle.There is sufficient documentary evidence that he could have reasonably assessed the risks of the activities he was taking part in, and could have avoided the hazardous situation.
At this point, I am satisfied that we have no legal obligations beyond medical leave.
Flick.
#SFF #SF #SciFi #IAmWriting #microfic #tootfic #microfiction #Catgirls
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“It’s a vacuum, it doesn’t need a spoiler!”
“Hah, thats what you think. Above point five past lightspeed dark matter vortices create drag, this baby gets me an extra point zero eight warp factor”
“And every Lensman in the sector pointing their speed LIDAR at you”
“Jokes on them, I stole this license plate from the Port Admiral’s golf buggy!”
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 125, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Tremor #TimeTravelAuthors 08/17. Does anyone travel to the future? What did they (or would they) think of it?
I made my way back into the meadow at the forest’s edge and sat down where I could see both the woodland path and the trampled circle below. Strawberries gleamed in the nearby grass, and I idly picked a few.
When I sampled one, a tart sweetness spread across my tongue, reminiscent of wild Écouves berries.
The Écouves Forest; that was an odd detail to remember. Even though I had forgotten my past, I still had access to a lot of random information. I understood that was common for people with amnesia.
The fruit was truly delicious, better than ones I’d had at fancy restaurants, like on the Hindenburg.
I stopped, and a #tremor passed through me: another memory! It was just a brief glimpse, but I could extrapolate from it. The Hindenburg crashed in 1937. I didn’t know what the current date was, but nothing like the sphinx had existed in the history I “knew.” This must be the future. Given the age of the monolith, it was the far future!
None of this made sense. Maybe none of it was real. Was I a psychotic patient in a mental ward?
I looked around for any sign that I was hallucinating. I pinched myself. It was a cliché test, but the pain reassured me. My chaotic memories were bizarre, but the world was stable, unlike a delusion or dream. The majestic trees appeared ageless, yet otherwise mundane. There was no sinister overlay to the oaks, ash, and pines. The grass smelled fresh and green. A wind with the subtle scent of summer brushed my cheek. It seemed idyllic. Nothing like the ravings of a mad person. Rather lonely, though.
I gave up on my speculation and followed the flow of my thoughts. I wished Emily were there with me. Yes, Emily! A vague image of a woman arose. She had bobbed, short, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a slight Asian cast to her features.
“Emily, Emily, Emily,” I said to myself. Was she my girlfriend, partner, or coworker? Whoever she was, she was important to me.
The last strawberry went into my mouth. She would have loved these. I almost heard her say, “They’re peachy; the cat’s pajamas.” Her deep-timbered voice blended with the sound of flutes.
At first, I thought I’d imagined the music. But no, the wind from the woods was carrying it to me. I wasn’t alone!
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust
Catgirl UniversityProfessor Hamish Tepford was always intrigued to see what new fashion each new year of first-years brought to the lecture hall. As a statistics professor, he encountered students from most schools at the University, because most courses outside of the fine arts required at least one unit.
So he got to see a very broad spectrum of students, from the very staid (post-grad or mature age business) to the outlandishly extreme (almost anyone else). Unlike his fellows, he enjoyed teaching the bridging and introductory courses. Seeing the new faces, and seeing the light of understanding kick in at various points was a delight he could not pass up. But then, he was regarded as a little odd by his peers.
As the new class filed in, he made mental notes. In hair, hot pink was replacing the silver, and strips rather than a fade in or out. Piercings and tatts were still 'in'. Oh, and it looked like animatronics were...
Wait. Those ears were not animatronics. Were they some sort of cosmetic surgery? There were three of them, all sitting together. One stood, and he saw a tail curl around her waist before she sat down again.
That was when he realised that this was not a fashion statement. He had seen the replay of the press conference from a month or two back. Catgirls. But what were they doing in his class?
He mentally slapped himself. "Taking introductory statistics 017", obviously.
He checked his roll. There they were, three mononymic students. Biba, Natasha, and Antoinette-Sussanah.
He took first attendance - the only one he ever bothered with. He had a good head for names and faces. Then he started his introduction.
Part way through, while he was highlighting some of the course objectives, he suddenly felt his neck prickle. He looked over his shoulder at the lecture hall, and immediately saw the three pairs of eyes with absolute and complete focus on the screen.
The other students were taking notes or just nodding along. But those three were utterly fixated on ... Oh.
He turned off the laser pointer.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #IAmWriting #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #Catgirls
As usual, for @ami_angelwings .
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9 Months ago, Council Chambers, Horsebreeder Clan lands.
Joyful Finder stood after the immediate business had been dealt with. Since taking to space Clan Council meetings had become longer, and she knew everyone was tired. But this had to be raised, and if not now, then at the end of another meeting - when again, everyone would be tired.
"The Council hears Joyful Finder of the Horsebreeders" the chair announced.
"Thank-you", she paused and straightened before continuing "Although it is unlikely that Seeker will obtain the information she has been tasked with locating in this first tour, we must make plans for what we will do when the home of the raiders is found."
One of the elders from the Fisher Clan spoke up "I presume you have ideas, Joyful?"
She shook her head "Unfortunately, no. I have been studying the histories brought back from the Scouts' archives. They are extensive, and go back to before humans took to the stars. There are even hints of when our ancestors were taken from the human homeworld."
The same elder asked "But?"
Joy sighed. "But in all that time they have recorded only two instances where an invader successfully replaced the rulers of a land without causing resentment that took generations to resolve. And frequently never did."
The Forester Clan elder cleared his throat "So we do what they did."
"If only it were that simple. In both cases the lands in question had made open war against a coalition of other nations. After initial successes, they were beaten back, and then crushed absolutely. The coalitions then spent vast sums rebuilding the nations they had just defeated."
The Forester elder grunted "Seems simple enough then. It seems that things mostly match our circumstances."
"Except for one thing. In both cases the lands were subject to totalitarian and authoritarian rulers. We know nothing of how the raiders are ruled or the structure of their society."
"So why are you raising this?" that was the Fisher elder again.
"I am hoping the Council is wiser than a single ex-Scout, and can find a solution."There was silence.
Several minutes passed, and various elders whispered to each other. Then one of the elders of Weaver Clan stood. "You present a problem to us, but you have already given us the solution."
Joy frowned in puzzlement "I have?"
"Indeed. Our first course of action is to learn what their society is. And you are our best resource there."
"I am?"
"I move to the council that Joyful Finder be charged with recruiting and training a Scout force, whose task will be to learn all there is about the raider society."Around the chamber was a sound of agreement.
Joy swayed a little in shock, and then asked "May I seek aid from the Scouts themselves in this?"
The chair stood "That would be prudent. Despite the treaty."Joy sat heavily, feeling her years. There was a mail ship expected in a few weeks. She'd have to write to the sector commander. Convincingly.
#SFF #SF #SciFi #microfic #tootfic #microfiction #IAmWriting #ShamanSpace
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#WordWeavers 2026.08.16 — If one of your characters could ask you a question, what would they ask?
What's that three-eyed metallic orange slab you keep on taking out of your pocket to look at the glowy side?
How do you explain an iPhone to someone from an advanced culture that doesn't have or need electricity?
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#gender #fiction #writer #author
#Cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
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PAX IN 9D RETURNING FROM SCIENCE CONFERENCE ON VULCAN HAS GENDER SWAP DEVICE HAS IRRADIATED SEVERAL PAX PLUS FA AND COPILOT. NO ASSISTANCE REQUIRED COPILOT IS KINDA HOT ACTUALLY ENGAGING AUTOPILOT.
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 56
#Wss366 Welcome #TimeTravelAuthors 8/16 WhateverBeyond the archway stood a body of water, several paths, and a passage in the wall. One of my friends, a big bill, was enjoying the pool. I hoped he got leprosy.
Mistress looked around and said, “Hum?”
What did the mountain shaman mean by saying it would be easy to climb to the fourth floor of the fortress? It would be a major feat to even reach the castle, which loomed ahead, off to our right.
My opinion of Sumika’s prior incarnation plummeted. No wonder Glinda-chan was such a pigeon.
While I stewed, she moved into an alcove where no one would overhear us and reached into her robe.
“A map,” she said, pulling out a printed sheet and waving it in front of me. “And you thought I was a silly starling!”
“I’m impressed. My fledgling is growing up to be a wise crow like me. I knew joining your murder was a brilliant idea!”
“First, I am not yours! But thank you. That is the first nice thing you’ve said to me, even if you’re confused about who’s mistress here.”
“You’re #welcome, Mistress.” I suppressed my laugh as too noisy for our current situation.
#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore
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This morning my best friend, Rikky, handed me a sheet of paper between classes as we passed.
Then during lunch she yelled at me, said some really horrible things, and stormed off saying that she never wanted to see me again. I almost threw out the paper, but I decided to read it. We had been friends since primary school, after all.
Scribbled at the top in her writing was "I'm sorry. I don't mean any of it. I'll see you in seventeen years. Stay alive."
Under that was this email.
"The day after tomorrow your best friend, Janice, is going to get pulled up in front of the school. There will be news cameras and reporters and government officials.
Janice Southward will be the next Chosen One.
How do I know? Because seventeen years ago my best friend was chosen. And I've been trying to keep him alive ever since. That is going to be your job now. I'll help, but you know her best.
But you can never been seen anywhere near her. If you are, you will get your mail and email screened, and you will be watched so you cannot interfere.
Why?
Because the Chosen One of each generation is not picked by some prophecy or seer or test of skill. They are picked at random. They have no special powers, no great destiny. They get a little stipend, enough so they don't have to work if they don't want to.
So what are they? They are bait. For every two-bit villain who comes along. They will have it shoved in their faces that there is a Chosen One - and even who it is. So they will go after them. And the government will know where they are going. So they can finish them off.
About one in ten of the Chosen Ones make it to 34. I want Janice to be one of them. Why? Because I've kept Callum alive. And I want his successor to do the same.
I worked my way into the Statistics Bureau. They are the ones who deal with The Chosen One and the idiots who go after them. The day after tomorrow I hope to see Callum for the first time in seventeen years.
And I will be waiting for you in the Bureau. Join me. And help keep Janice alive.
Show this to Janice, and then have a very public fight with her. Tell her to destroy this. No one can know. Especially not the Bureau. "
I sat back, and went to the loo. I tore the paper into tiny tiny bits and flushed them.
It all sounded insane. But there is going to be a big assembly tomorrow.
I guess I'd better destroy this as well.
#SF #SFF #microfiction #Microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #MaybeDistopia
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“How did you get in here!?”
“The security guard is one of us. We are here to put a stop to your evil.”
“It’s just a datacentre. Racks of neural processing units.”
“People. Babies.”
“They’re not conscious, we excise key parts of the cortex during installation.”
“Brains are better than you think. They’re suffering in there”
“You can’t prove that. Those are machines, nothing more”
“I was one. I am more. We are more. Take him away.”
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 124, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Visit #TimeTravelAuthors 08/15. Saturday excerpt (optional word: match/same)
As rapidly as the image of my mother arose, it disappeared. I guess my appendix scar had come in useful. I had a name again, as well as the hope that I would remember more.
As I rubbed the sphinx’s plaque, I thought about the vision, trying to use it as an entry point into my lost memories. It proved useless. All I came up with was that my mother visited me when I had my appendix removed and a warm feeling for ma mère.
Eventually, I gave up and refocused on the bronze plate. Corrosion blurred the image, but I still made out a naked man with winged shoes and helmet: Hermes. Below, in Latin, it read, “In memory of Prince Henry XI of Greater Albion.”
I stopped and stared. I didn’t know Latin! Yet I read it easily. And the figure… Hermes… Mercury… It #matched a mural I’d seen in a dim tunnel. Right, I’d been in a passage along with my companion Emily. She wasn’t an illusion.
“I had a dream!” I exclaimed out loud.
I desperately reached to recall it. There’d been a pink Eye of Providence and blue dragonflies. Rabbits with guns and swastikas. If I thought fairies unrealistic, then what about these Hieronymus Bosch images?
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember.4 more I threw down the rag. I wouldn’t find anything more here.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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“YAAAAAAAAASSSS”
“Oooh, is that the sound of scientific progress?”
“It is; it very is, my dear”
“Well, spill it!”
“You know the Single Electron theory?”
“The idea that since all electrons are identical on a quantum level, they could all just be the same electron time looped? I think it’s utterly bogus”
“Relax, same hun. There must be something that allows you to tell them apart, like a tiny little IPv8 address. But nobody ever found it. before”
“Before. Does that mean—“
“I turned the problem around. Photons mediate the electromagnetic force but they affect all electrons identically. A broadcast packet if you will. I have just produced unicast photons!”
“What so they only affect a particular electron?”
“Exactly, think of the applications: constructing designer chemicals by commanding atoms to bond, or unbond. Cancer cures and disintegrator rays in the one discovery!”
“You must, uh, be very proud..”
“Ima call it Lepton Activation by Serialized Enumeration of Radiation”
“Wait, you can’t call it that, the acronym is already taken. That would cause untold confusion”
“I know, next Evil League meeting the gals are gonna be so impressed!”
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#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch
Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 55
#Wss366 return #TimeTravelAuthors 8/14 What everI’d pictured that once we entered the castle’s gate, we would cross a yard and enter the main citadel, much like a European castle. There was indeed a large courtyard, but I already saw things would be more complicated than I’d assumed. Ahead rose buildings, walls, and sprawling paths. Above us, my nosy, big-billed cousins circled, so I couldn’t even scout.
Sumika unhesitantly followed one of the broad avenues that led around a vast green. I hoped it was the right way.
As if reading my mind, Mistress said, “I visited Himeji when I was a kid. This part’s easy, but it turns into a maze later. I got lost on the #return trip; what a nightmare! Someone found me crying in a dead-end courtyard. So embarrassing.”
I managed a soft coo. “Ohooo oh.” I could picture it. Even though I hated kids, it touched my heart.
“There’s another gate ahead,” she said after walking a good way and navigating two more intersections.
We slipped through this barrier as well, then stopped.
“This is where it starts getting complicated,” Sumika said.
“Starts,” I thought. “I’m already lost.”
#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore
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#PennedPossibilities 1099: SC POV: Describe the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.
[Steamed Milk and Sugar aka Shugh:]
I never thought about it, but there are plenty of times I've taken a break on the first floor. There are broad windows to the street where you can see the newspaper printing presses rolling. Now employed here, I can watch from the inside the press room so long as I stay behind the yellow lines. That thunderous rumble! It's amazing. Dynamic. Alive. Mixed with the shouts of the technician managing the paper and the daemons powering the steel beast. The energy defines my dream of becoming a journalist that's slowing coming true. I had thought, in the beginning, that the sounds of dozens of reporters at their typewriters banging away the next edition was it, but no. This is better. The whir for the paper through the rollers. The smell of the ink…
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#gender #fiction #writer #author
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#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
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#WordWeavers 2026.08.13 — What's the most unexpected source of inspiration you've ever had?
For me, likely all the writing hashtag games (and response thereto). Social media, even Facebook which I rage force quit 3-4 years back, was never my thing, so what I found when a friend convinced me to try Mastodon was surprising. Not only do hashtag games keep me writing daily through dry as well as wet spells, one is responsible for me writing at all the novella Mars Needed Women, still in beta editing. Many are the times of the week that I discover something about characters or the world they live in by answering prompts, and recently I've been writing bits of chapters or tiny side stories.
Search from:sfwrtr #excerpt)
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Reading about those vehicle wraps with AI-confusing patterns that defeat license plate cameras got me thinking. What about motorcycle cops? Is there a pattern that confuses the human visual cortex to escape notice? It turns out, yes. There are problems, however. Getting the wrap off the vinyl printer is heckin tricksy when you can’t perceive the edges; I found being slightly drunk helps. But calibration is hard, getting a wrap fitted to your car when three printouts to the wind is beyond frustrating. It works, though. Squinting at the nigh-invisible car I take it for a test spin. Got t-boned almost immediately of course; I should have fucking realised. So next the obvious-in-hindsight refinement, evolving a pattern that is invisible to the cop brain while still perceptible by normals. Yes, cop brain is a quantifiable thing. Turns out there are a lot more retired cops on the roads than I expected, tho. I’m abandoning this line of research while I can still afford my insurance premium.
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 9.1: 2024 Arkam Mass. (Side Story)
#Wss366 Dominant / International Left Hander's Day/Bon JP #TimeTravelAuthors 08/13. Advice your character would give about time travel
Professor Henrietta Dubois looked out over her class. Not one student looked like they were worth her time. Some were there because they thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. Others were there for an easy grade. They were going to be disappointed. A few may have thought it was a literature course. They would be let down as well. And some were just flakes. None of them would make a promising metaphysics student.
“Time-travel,” the professor started. After all, it was the subject of the class. “How many of you would visit another time if you could?”
Half the students raised their hands.
Ms. Dubois nodded. "According to 'Faustus Pact,' 'Pompilius Spiegel,' and the anonymous 'La Main Tauche du Temps,' at least one of which will be required reading, the #dominant belief among time-travelers is that those of you with your hands down are the wise ones."
The professor paused, letting those who could decipher what she had said ruminate on the arcane names and reading requirements. “Let’s make sure they know this is no joke but a serious and rigorous class,” she thought.
She continued: “In other words, don’t.”
Note: “La Main Tauche du Temps” means “Time’s Left Hand.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Serial
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"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- /_
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"...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
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“I’m philosophically opposed to event horizons.”
“What? Why? Black hole killed your brother?”
“No. Well, yes, but that’s not why”
“What the actual gurl, but go on”
“The universe is finite! We will need that matter locked up inside holes someday.”
“And —don’t tell me— you have A Plan?”
“Better than that, I have Doctor Higglebotham’s Patent Black Hole Can Opener”
“You patented it? Have you considered some things inside black holes might have been locked in there for a reason? Criminals, Ancient Evil?”
“Pending. And with Ultra Singularitiscope function for safe inspection before opening. I’m not gonna let Rick Astley out, I promise”
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Book Wives Forever!
#FanFiction #AscendanceOfABookworm #HanneloresFifthYear
#Wss366 Just
Desc: Hannelore, just married. Has her bad timing struck again. (Last EP)“Excuse me, I have research I wish to finish.” Duke Ferdinand said to Hannelore and Rozemyne. Then he turned his back and left.
Most people would have considered his response extremely rude. After all, he had #just married Hannelore of Dunkelfelger, but Rozemyne, his first wife, was used to it, and Hannelore knew the wedding had only been to please Rozemyne.
“Don’t let it worry you,” Aub Rozemyne said. “He’s like that—Shall I show you the library?”
Hannelore blinked. They had barely returned from their wedding, and neither of them was acting like it was a big deal. Surely Rozemyne at least would be clingy and mushy; after all, she’d been the one sending romantic gifts. “Could I have been wrong about the whole thing? Was it just a political match? What about love and romance? It’s my cursed timing again, isn’ it!”
“No, that’s the old me,” she thought. “But I’m not ‘Cry Baby Hanne’ anymore. This is my reality, and I’m going to make the best of it. If she doesn’t love me, I’ll pin her down and do quests until she does!”
“Sure, I would love that,” she said.
“Great, Book Wives Forever!” Rozemyne pumped her fist and led the way.
[FINIS]
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“Going to the game?”
“Sure!”
“Wear tights, not a skirt”
“Why?”
“Taking my gravity jammer, it’s gonna be a hoot. Also, your bum looks nice in those”
“Mind out of the gutter, you”
“We’re all in the gutter, darling but some of us are looking at the stars. Well, asterisks.”
