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Sue Archer*whispered though a cafe kitchen window*"You in ok? Great, here, take the bag of teapots. Now, hand me the ones off the shelves. That's it... Now, put the others in their place. They're identical, but all slightly larger. With luck, the cafe staff won't notice, and everyone will get just a a little bit more tea."<a href="https://toot.wales/tags/MiniFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MiniFiction</a> <a href="https://toot.wales/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a>

Petra van CronenburgProduct warning: The company WhiteBrush has been recalling toilet brushes of a certain type since yesterday. Customers who wanted to clean their toilets were suddenly confronted with an enormous backflow of faeces. The brushes should be returned immediately.<a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/satire" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#satire</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/minifiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#minifiction</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/artMatters" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#artMatters</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/hardTimes" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#hardTimes</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/realityGoesWeird" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#realityGoesWeird</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/BreakingNews" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#BreakingNews</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/SarcasmAlarm" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SarcasmAlarm</a> <a href="https://mastodon.online/tags/USA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#USA</a>

Cantakerous Lesbian SourceressIt's 2am, you get a riddle on Signal from a number you've never seen before. You don't reply. By 4am you have an answer and a set of GPS coordinates, a date range, and a size in gigabytes. You wait. You go. You find a single board computer running off of a dingy solar panel; it copies everything to your drive as soon as you insert it. When finished, the machine goes silent. The internal drive wiped.You're the bearer of the library now. You know your solemn task.A light in the dark.<a href="https://hackers.town/tags/tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#tootfic</a> <a href="https://hackers.town/tags/minifiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#minifiction</a>

Rebecca Cotton-Weinhold"... and thus the man fell from the sky onto the horse. And the horse, dazed and confused started to move and the man knew he was riding and liked it. And the horse could not speak and thus not tell him otherwise..." - from the history of equestrian oppression, year of the hooves*<a href="https://ecoevo.social/tags/stabi" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#stabi</a> <a href="https://ecoevo.social/tags/miniFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#miniFiction</a> *horses don't count years

filobusUn giorno gli uomini di questa terra manderanno un campione della popolazione a popolare un pianeta lontano, esplorarlo e renderlo abitabile, perché poi possano tutti abbandonare questo pianeta ormai sterile. Ma i coloni non ne vorranno sapere degli altri, migranti ingrati, e daranno loro indicazioni sbagliate... <a href="https://sociale.network/tags/minifiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#minifiction</a> <a href="https://sociale.network/tags/fantascienza" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#fantascienza</a>

DaneI write sometimes. Not anything really solid, mainly bits n pieces. Scenes. Mini Fics, I suppose. Random stuff. I'm contemplating posting a few here. Not really expecting anything, but maybe they might brighten somebody's day. <a href="https://sharkey.world/tags/writingbutnotawriter" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writingbutnotawriter</a> <a href="https://sharkey.world/tags/writing" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://sharkey.world/tags/writingfiction" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writingfiction</a> <a href="https://sharkey.world/tags/writingfantasy" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writingfantasy</a> <a href="https://sharkey.world/tags/writingscifi" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writingscifi</a> <a href="https://sharkey.world/tags/minifiction" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#minifiction</a>

Antimony<a href="https://toot.cat/tags/MiniFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MiniFiction</a> You know how it is. You ask a mage for a binding spell and all you get is some gibberish that doesn't help at all with flattening your tits but now you also live with a demon who does not do the dishes.

RS, Author, Novelist, Prosaist<blockquote><a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/Writever" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Writever</a> 10.3 — Vengeance</blockquote>I drummed my fingers on the table beside her open grimoires. Not facing the bully, I turned my eyes toward the blonde, taking in her arrogant smile. She gotten me to do what she wanted. She held her wand steady, and the tip glowed like hot iron. "And that's all I need to do? I can't believe you're helping me like this after all we've been through..."The bucket-full of water and me being hit by said bucket falling off the shelf above the door. The vanishing ink pen I used on a test. The worms in my box lunch. Other things. But I was also a T.A. Some responsibilities where inescapable. I did volunteer to help Jill.I wanted to laugh at the "we" in that last sentence, but sighed instead. She was predictable. Very predictable. "The mnemonic, the equations, the visualization. Spot on. It balances and your wand indicates that.""So all I have to do is say what I want to conjure?"Predictable. I didn't grin. Instead I switched to French, hopeful. "/Tu m'emmerdes avec tes questions!/"† She blinked. "Merde? Isn't that French for—"With magic you really need to be specific about where to target a spell affect and what you're asking for. She'd been specific about neither. Where your wand is pointing is the default. Her's pointed above her head.The spell understood what she wanted enough that the closest source proved to be the horse stables. I could see it out the dorm room window. The spell mucked every stall.A load of small round spheres crashed down around her, bouncing off her head and bounding around the room. I squealed reflexively and jumped away.I doubled over leaning against the door, laughing despite the smell. For her part, the bully sat stunned. Her expression wanted to be a smile. She had succeeded, after all. She also knew she'd been made the fool.Exiting out the door was the better part of valor. I grabbed the nob."/Amélie/," came a growl.=-=-=-=-= † "You're so annoying with your questions!" Literally: "You're shitting on me with your questions."<a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/EntertainOrDie" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#EntertainOrDie</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/BoostingIsSharing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#BoostingIsSharing</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/CommentingIsCool" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#CommentingIsCool</a><a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/minifiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#minifiction</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/fiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#fiction</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/fantasy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#fantasy</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/writer" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writer</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/writers" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writers</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/author" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#author</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/writingcommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writingcommunity</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/writersOfMastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writersOfMastodon</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/shortfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#shortfiction</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/shortstory" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#shortstory</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/RSstory" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#RSstory</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/shortstories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#shortstories</a>

L A Stinnett ~ SFF Writer<a href="https://mastodon.social/@whknott" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@whknott</a> Long ago the Kreezon left the dying city tower for a simpler life among the trees and found their lives to be much more fulfilled. <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/shortfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#shortfiction</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/minifiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#minifiction</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/prompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#prompt</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/writersofmastodon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writersofmastodon</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/mastowriters" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#mastowriters</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/SFFWriter" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SFFWriter</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/sff" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sff</a> <a href="https://mstdn.party/tags/indiewriter" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#indiewriter</a>

RS, Author, Novelist, ProsaistWhere Most Comfortable by RS<ul><li><a href="https://writing.exchange/@golgaloth" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@golgaloth</a> Well, it was a <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/writingPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writingPrompt</a>, so I wrote something that might not ever otherwise appear in print. <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/1stdraft" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#1stdraft</a>. Sorry if a bit rough.</li></ul>I pushed open the door to the walkup, then had to push harder. I guess the difficulty substituted for lack of a lock. As the door creaked open, I jerked my head back at the scent of urine. The hard-to-open door proved useless again today. I thumped up the steps two at a time, up four flights, lit by my blue-green sprite and wan nightshine through broken dirty windows. Nobody greeted me; perhaps nobody would except in fullshine as, though I looked like a student, I was also one of those shady characters, despite being reasonably girlish and almost pretty. Perhaps I radiated it.Perhaps the thaumlume sprite floating before me was too perfect, bright, and discomforting.A rare talent. Which was why I was a student.I'd just finished a job, too. The idiot would pay back his loan; all I'd had to perform were minor miracles and pyrotechnics that frightened the angel from flying away. Hadn't had to hurt anyone. It was my deal with the boss. I'd be his most efficient enforcer so long as I didn't have to hurt anyone, and I hadn't. The night angel could have fought, and I'd have defended myself and felt bad about the mess afterwards.Well, a little bad. Maybe.I'd been flush with gold from the job, which is why I was happy to be home. Tea and scones with plenty of butter in my tummy, I pushed open my door. No lock, but you guessed that, right? I felt a field-tingle passing through, which verified nobody had been so stupid as to enter while I was gone, but I threw the slide bolt behind me. It guaranteed people having to barge in loudly if they wanted to confront me, giving me time to defend myself. I'd torn off all the wallpaper, leaving stained lath and plaster which to me seemed like a new-art wash of dun and grey that was both pleasing and calming. I'd spent days sanding, filling, and varnishing the partially rotted and distressed floorboards -- could it be pine? It was mud color, so the knots were barely a clue. I had a table, similarly refurbished by me, and a periwinkle china wash basin I'd glued back together. No sense on spending anything except on books, food, and rent as far as I was concerned. Beyond that, and the oval window, was my stack of hay. I inhaled. It smelled fresh, since I'd brought it yesterday, and reminded me of not-city. It combined with the scent of the trash fire at the end of the block. I heard kids laughing and talking.Kids? They were older than me, but they hadn't been other people's sharp tool so my years counted double! At least.I still liked the burnt smell. City incense, right? I grinned, dropping my book bag. I dug out my new tome. Leatherbacked. Gilt lettering. Rare and delightfully musty. Merchant Ducket's Codicils and Interlocutory Physics, 3rd Extended Edition. The 19th had been redacted heavily by the Directorate. It cost plenty, but nothing made me happier than warping reality, and I really did love the math. It never hurt when something in your head helped you do the arithmetic! I fluffed the hay up, snuggled into it despite the initial itchiness against my skin. I started reading, figuring I could finish my homework later.I'd earned this. Lit by my sprite and the nightshine that over the next hours passed across the open book, I read and learned new stuff. Eventually, I had to stretch.That revealed a familiar blue envelope. Right. The window had been open and I usually closed it. Bolt, the boss' day angel runner had dropped it in. An urgent job, doubtless. Lots of gold. Foo on that. I swiped it away. Let the boss try to make me work extra. Wouldn't end well.I went to sleep, hugging the book like a plush rabbit.[Author retains copyright]<a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writing</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/author" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#author</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/sff" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#sff</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/fantasy" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#fantasy</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/story" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#story</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/shortfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#shortfiction</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/minifiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#minifiction</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/flashfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#flashfiction</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/suddenfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#suddenfiction</a> < 750 words <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/writingLife" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#writingLife</a> <a href="https://eldritch.cafe/tags/boostingIsSharing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#boostingIsSharing</a>.

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