"Longing"

At sunset, she walks the beach hushing a nonexistent infant in her arms. But no one else has seen her, only me. They say I imagine her, dead and barren in my longing.

#Mastoprompt #barren @stevencudahy #tinyfiction #50wordFiction

Photo: "Florida" by Mickey Luigi Logitmark, flickr, Public Domain

Technical support engineer speaking. Have you tried plugging USB-C in the other orientation?

#TinyFiction

I get so much joy out of LinkedIn job recommendations.
This sounds like the plot of some sort of Netlix series, where you become a "Powerpoint designer" for an incredibly shady organization and slowly spiral into a life of bald men stroking hairless cats in beige offices, facilitating corrupt dealings, secret meeting rooms in Saudi Arabia and smuggling body parts in and out of the Zürich headquarters...

#linkedinjobs #fifa #tinyfiction

@futurebird
In my narrative universe it would depend on the sequences that affect transmissibility and virulence. Some strains may coexist, especially in a patient with a compromised immune system. That would lead to further mutations, possibly including hybrid strains if multiple RNA strains were transcribed in individual cells.

This would highlight the significance of isolating immune-compromised patients to prevent the emergence of were-whale-ants or the dreaded were-jackalope.

Fortunately, the global expert on were-immunology claims to have a plan to help humanity emerge from the were-crisis even stronger than we were before. Let us put our hope in Dr. Moreau.

#SFF #FlashFiction #TinyFiction

---Scientific Fable---

"Grandmother, why do we move our eyes when we sleep?", asked the Little Red Riding Hood.

"The better to see the phantasmagories behind our eyelids", was the Big Bad Wolf's response.

#TinyFiction #FairyTale #Fable #MicroStory #fiction #writing #BigBadWolf

Looking desperately for AirPods. Hoping he isn’t talking to himself. #tinyfiction #Shortstory #shortstories


The old man, the mayor, was trying to say that the world was knit together with threads we could not see, that the wind was a bridge between people.

|n|otabilia 474 ⁂ Michael Martone ⁂ "The Mayor of the Sister City Speaks to the Chamber of Commerce in Klamath Falls, Oregon, on a Night in December in 1976" || read it in #Notabilia, a daily(ish) newsletter: http://ktxc.to/nbts #flashfiction #tinyfiction #prosepoem

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