147. #MicroRezi zur #Phantastik #Microfiction #Anthologie von @VolkerDornemann
#Naniten3

Auslese
von #volkerdornemann

Die sogenannte zivilisatorische Entwicklung des Menschen hat ihn von der Natur entfremdet und nahm leider einen ziemlich zerstörerischen Verlauf. Zuerst wurden ganze Spezies der Fauna und Flora zerstört, dann kamen menschliche Völker an die Reihe und zu guter Letzt vernichteten sie auf ihrem Raubzug das [...]

https://noosphaere.de/volker-dornemann-naniten-3-teil-2/#auslese

#sciencefiction
#microstory

[AI image]

#writever Oups

"Par le Rite de Marlak, tu es retenu dans le pentacle tant que je ne t'en libérerai pas et--"

"LE RITE DE MARLAK ? TU ES SÛR ?"

"Oui ! Viens vérifier le grimoire par toi-même si tu veux !"

"MERCI."

"... Oups."

@microfictions
#MastoArt #MicroFiction #sfff

#writever Oops

"By the Rite of Marlak, you are bound within the pentagram until I set you free, and--"

"THE RITE OF MARLAK ? ARE YOU SURE ?"

"Yes! Come and read it by yourself in the grimoire if you want!"

"THANK YOU."

"... Oops."

#MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction

Ekaterina was chatting with Malvolio.

"What're you gonna to choose for your invention report?"

"#Compass."

"Really? Me too!"

"So obvious! With a compass & a straight edge, you can do ALL the basic geometric proofs."

"Wait, what? Don't you mean with a compass you can find north & orienteer yourself out of the woods?"

"Nah: My compass draws perfect circles!"

"Bro, trace a jar lid if you want a circle! Ask @domfrancisco; he'll tell you which compass is most important!

#wss366 #microfiction

I’d thought the morning ritual of the cat standing on my face was because they were hungry. So I installed an automatic feeder. Nope *bonk* not *nuzzle* that *skritch*. Dammit, you pirate, I don’t want to get up yet. What time is it, ship? Nfgfhgh I can sleep for another hour. Your feeder will go off any minute. Just settle down and nap for a bit. Wait why are you floating. Fuck gravity is out. Oh no the kibble dispenser!

Alright, I’m up. I better not find out you knocked out the gravity on purpose. Cmere *boop*

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot

La Malédiction des Léonins: Part 2 of 3

#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 Compass #MastoPrompt Coyote

“Thar she be,” the guide said as they emerged from the trees and reached the foot of a wide meadow. Woods #compassed the broad, flat expanse of wild grass. In the center were the ruins of a farmhouse and barn. To one side was a blighted apple orchard and a lone #coyote peering from its depths.

The guide pointed to the orchard and said, “Brats used ter steal apples thar. They all died of a burning fever.” Then he pointed to a lush green section in one corner of the field. "Beyond thar is a swamp. They say a heathen ghost do be haunting an island thar. Twas the last holdout of the Leonines, hereabouts. Except them get put on the reservation."

“It gives me the shivers,” D’Arcy said, covering her mouth. “So much history. Still, I set these things down for my nieces. They’re inclined toward that sort of reading.”

The guide turned to leave, only stopping when Sir James produced another coin.

“Used ter be a Leonines village. Folks burned um out. Thar medicine man were the last to go. Called up the Old Serpent, they say. Curse the bunch of them. Didn’t stop folks none, and a couple built that thar cabin. Died of pox. God rest thar souls. Weren’t uncommon, though, but folks still thunk the land were cursed. Then came some Germans. Only spoke thar own jabber. They done hung themselves. They be haunting the place too, if-in ya believe it. Told ya’ll about the little ones.”

“Couple summers ago, a priest down Lensburg way come up and tried casting the devil out. Proud as a peacock he were. He still be preaching. Screeching stuff full of cussing and crazy talk about a fiery salamander and how the dark be listening. Plum loco, they say. Devil got im I say.”

Ya’ll be best, ma’am not be sending that to no nieces. Satan has a way of sneaking in where he be spoke of.

“Jamesy, what do you think?” D’Arcy asked.

“Perfect.”

#MicroFiction #TootFic #Victorian #NMFic #SliceOfLife

A little romantic drabble for the Friday Fictioneers. The link leads to my blog where the story can be read.
#microfiction #WritingCommunity

https://ghlearner.wordpress.com/2026/01/28/the-hippie-temptation-friday-fictioneers-flash-fiction/

The Hippie Temptation – Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction

The Friday Fictioneers is a friendly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The task of the challenge is to write a microfiction story in 100 words or less for the prompt picture. All …

— Dis, on sera toujours ensemble, hein ?

— Aussi longtemps qu'on s'aimera, oui.

— Toujours alors.

— Tu sais bien que…

— Oui. Mais ça serait plus simple si tu faisais de moi un être comme toi.

— On en a déjà parlé.

— Oui, oui, oui je sais ! Mais je ne comprends vraiment pas ce que ça t'apporte de me voir vieillir et mourir alors que toi tu resteras comme tu es depuis des décennies.

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#Microfiction #Ecriture #Lecture

"I can't do anything if she doesn't wear the damn charm!" Genna the enchantress threw her hands up in exasperation. Solifan the wizard sat on the couch, stroking a very content and, notably, now collar-free cat.

"She is smart," the wizard smiled, "and apparently does not like them anymore." He gave her an extra tussle.

"There are now three excellent protection charms somewhere in the city." Genna sat down next to him. "If we get news of a band of magic muggers with dainty, golden collars, we'll know who found them." she sighed and ran her fingers through the cat's fur, pausing so very briefly when her hand touched Solifan's, enjoying the small jolt of joy she felt.

"I cannot sleep when she is out without it," Solifan sighed and looked at his hands "but I am running out of funds. I guess I could work for the forge, they can always use more heat."

"They're not the only ones." Genna quipped with a roguish grin, quickly slapping a hand on her mouth.

"You are right. There are the bathhouses, or heating for the theater." Solifan pondered. Oblivious.

#writing #microfiction #smallstories #tootfic #fantasy