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The strongest knights went first. Large hands on the hilt, feet firmly planted on the stone, muscles bulging... The sword would not budge.

One by one they failed, knights and nobles.

They laughed when a maid walked up and patted the stone fondly.

"Sweetie, can you please let go for me?"

It did.

#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

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Chris Cantrell 1d ago

All that ceremony and nobody thought to just ask the sword what it wanted. Seems like an oversight in retrospect.

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オチュー (stop colonialism 🇵🇸)1d ago

@ChrisChris I though the story was about fondling stones, not swords.

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Chris Cantrell 1d ago

@otyugh Fair. The stone probably had opinions too but kept them to itself.

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tezz 1d ago

@MicroSFF
"WITCHCRAFT!!!"

@MicroSFF oh. my.

@MicroSFF Truly, the eternal magic word: "Please."

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Steve Hersey 1d ago

@MicroSFF
She then promptly put the sword back, saying "this is a really dumb way to choose a leader."
There was a rattling noise from the sword that sounded suspiciously like appreciative laughter as she walked away.

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Jeff Grigg 1d ago

@n1xnx @MicroSFF

"And you too!" she shouts at the water nymph in the lake just down the hill from the stone.

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Alliat 1d ago

@MicroSFF I remember someone playing DnD as a barbarian that was indeed not the chosen one, but was strong enough to lift the sword and the stone and used that as the weapon of choice during the campaign.

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Marion 🦋☀️1d ago

@MicroSFF
This. On so many different layers. Thank you.

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ArdentArchivist 1d ago

@MicroSFF

🤣🤣👏👏

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Tzimisce Flesh 1d ago

@MicroSFF Evil Maid Attack