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skalabyrinth<a href="https://chaos.social/tags/PhantastikPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#PhantastikPrompts</a> 31.03. <a href="https://chaos.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a> (von <a href="https://literatur.social/@steinstory" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@steinstory</a> 's Microfiction inspiriert):Ein Wunsch war iem gewährt. Jetzt nur richtig deutlich sprechen, - damit haperte es bei iem oft: "Ich wünsche mir ein ... n ... äh ... Handlaus." Mist. As hatte die Buchstaben verdreht. Nichts mit einsamem Haus.Aber as bereute den Wunsch nie. Die Laus lebte auf seiner Hand, und was immer as tat, sie verletzte sich nicht. Sie war immer da, unauffällig, begleitete as, und irgendwie sprach sie auch mit iem.

Micro SF/F by O. Westin"What can I do for you, my lady?""I need a suit of armour modified," the lady said.The armourer took her measurements, checked the pieces, and gave her an appraising look. "You've had this a while?""Yes. Since before... Ah...""Thought so. You'll need new thigh pieces and a wider skirt."<a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TootFic</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/SmallStories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SmallStories</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/TransVisibilityDay" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TransVisibilityDay</a>

Kit Bashir“You have 19 notifications waiting for you on LinkedIn”.Wow 19. Only 19. Anyway, I’m fucking sure I turned notifications off before entering cryosleep. Somebody’s getting deleted. Oh yeah, why has Ship woken me? Fuck, Meteors! And….deleted. “Ship, damage report!”<a href="https://aus.social/tags/Tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Tootfic</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/PowerOnStoryToot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#PowerOnStoryToot</a>

Micro SF/F by O. Westin"... and in other news, USA is being sued by a company that will be founded some time in the future, when time travel is invented. Apparently, the company will offer 'punch a nazi' tours, with exclusive rights to 1933-45. But competitors will start to offer similar tours to USA 2025-28, and..."<a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TootFic</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/SmallStories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SmallStories</a>

White dude voted for Harris<a href="https://social.wildeboer.net/@jwildeboer" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">@jwildeboer</a> Wait…what?Is this <a href="https://sfba.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a> a fable?

Wintergreen<h3>officer's ball</h3>If there was one thing that eventually turned you against the aristocracy, it was the yearly humiliation of you, your handler, and your entire ground crew being forced into beribboned beyond-antique pre-starflight fashion every year for the Officer's Ball. They insisted. They said the nobles needed the human element. They said it'd justify your funding. "Ammo doesn't grow on trees," the woman who directed your every combat action said. "And if it did, they'd be found growing only in First Landing family gardens. I hate this. I hate these people. Every fucking year, just to keep the program running. Don't they get bored?" and then she burst into tears and you had to do her makeup again, from the beginning.You didn't mind it so much for yourself. The entitled fat old perverts of every gender trying to grab your ass and catching a handful of hoopskirt were entertaining. So was being forced to sample a continuous mix of canapés, sherry, cocaine, chocolate, PL-2141, and further canapés. If you really worked at it, you could approximate a slight buzz, the faintest echo of what interface drugs did on an average mission day.But your poor mechanic wasn't used to being groped by the nobility or plied with anything stronger than hangar coffee. By two hours in, she was looking green around the edges and ready to puke in the nearest potted palm. Your avionics specialist, parted from her usual headphones and overlay glasses, was rigid with sensory overload and unable to dissociate because some third son of some electronics bureau minister had her cornered about a harebrained idea and wouldn't let go.Your handler was worst of all: thoroughly miserable in her tightly corseted dress and constitutionally unsuited to any kind of discomfort inflicted upon her own person, rather than yours. She jumped at the slightest touch, gritted her teeth even more noticeably with every introduction. Your signed or whispered attempts to quietly reassure her that the "mission" was on track and would be over soon caused her to twitch and on one occasion even yelp, startling the admiral responsible for your fuel allocation. You smoothed it over as best you could, insinuating something about "combat nerves" — the old fool might have actually thought she was a pilot! But you didn't feel the need to explain, not that night.The next day, as you hunted down a rebel tactical element in the hills above Seyan's Folly, she was still hung over. Not hung over enough to not notice when the pinned-down rebel lieutenant started in on an honest-to-God "you're not so different, you and I" speech, but hung over enough that she told your comms operator to cut the audio feed to Command, not your cockpit speakers."We're listening," you boomed over external PA speakers, forwarding her orders. "Wait? We're listening? Apparently we're listening.""Shit. I mean. We're not that different, really, but obviously there's, uh, you're part of a system, and there's, redemption is on the table, I guess, maybe you'd like to, uh… honestly, I was just buying time.""Don't get cocky, I've had your reinforcements bracketed by smart mortars for the last two minutes," you said. "You never had any time to buy. But… tell me about your side's command structure. Does it have a yearly ball?""Are you fucking joking?"Things got complicated after that, with the improvised extraction, but what the hell, your team already worked well together.You've had to work for every round and every joule and every mole of active nanomachinery since (much of it wrested from lesser units sent from your homeworld to drag you back) and you share a tiny, noisy cabin with your handler above the large bay of a rebel assault transport.Maybe you're on the right side. Maybe there isn't one. But they're still letting you pilot, and your handler has happily returned to a tank top, fatigue pants, and what's left of her battered leather jacket, restoring her confident growl over the tactical link. The liaison officer they've got watching you has assured her that there's not a single brocade ball gown in the entire fleet. □<a href="https://demon.social/tags/mechPilot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#mechPilot</a> <a href="https://demon.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a>

bluestarultor"Magic Help Line, my name is Lenore. How can I assist?" I addressed the mirror.A turquoise cube materialized. "I'd like to leave feedback on a book I bought, Shapeshifting for the Uninitiated. I'm a math teacher and this is all very new to me.""I'm so sorry, sir, but I'm afraid we don't submit third-party reviews. I should be able to fix your being a cube, though. Let me go ahead and prepare a counterspell to a Quadrilateral Curse.""Oh, no, positive feedback! I've never been happier!" the cube shifted into a lavender dodecahedron. "A crone I met at the supermarket said she could tell I had natural shapeshifting talent and pulled the book straight out of her handbag.""Ah, that's wonderful! I'm sure it's working wonderfully to teach your students geometry!""I teach calculus, miss," he shifted back into a human. "Teachers do have hobbies outside of work.""Ah, my apologies. Let me bring up a list of review sites."<a href="https://tech.lgbt/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TootFic</a> <a href="https://tech.lgbt/tags/SmallStories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SmallStories</a> <a href="https://tech.lgbt/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://tech.lgbt/tags/shapeshifter" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#shapeshifter</a> <a href="https://tech.lgbt/tags/shapeshifting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#shapeshifting</a> <a href="https://tech.lgbt/tags/TechSupport" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TechSupport</a>

Jan Wildeboer 😷:krulorange:We are the last neighbourhood in Germany to finally cut the cord to the grid. Renewables, solar panels, batteries, owned by us all as a local cooperative, means that we don’t need the Grid anymore. We now have free electricity, 100% green and can even sell excess. Our connection to the grid is for selling, not for buying. <a href="https://social.wildeboer.net/tags/Microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Microfiction</a> <a href="https://social.wildeboer.net/tags/OrIsIt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#OrIsIt</a>

Wintergreena drone swarm operator is cute when she's all "i am the spider hidden at the center of a web of metal and light, dare you walk into my parlor?"and even cuter once you've shattered all of one's toys, peeled the lid off her bunker, plucked her from her command couch, and are holding her by her collar as she tries to remember how to hit you with her own two fists instead of the thirty or forty appendages she's used to.if you decide to take her home, do remember that she'll need new swarm elements in short order. she needs to give orders as well as take them. you will not be remotely enough to satisfy her need for control in both directions.they don't need to be the same specs or count as you found her with, and in fact, she will often be able to adapt to operating biologics or cyborgs with similar need for direction as her original drones, which can be very helpful if you're already a collector of such things. but if you're not prepared to provide replacements of some kind, however initially crude, it's kinder to finish her where you found her, and move on. □<a href="https://demon.social/tags/mechPilot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#mechPilot</a> <a href="https://demon.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a>

Kit BashirThank you for shopping at Mauvebubble. All our shirts are CNC cut and sewn polyester/cotton blend and can be customised.CUSTOMISE YOUR SHIRTMaterial: ◎ Poly/cotton ◉ 100% Cotton (natural) ◎ 100% Cotton (vat grown) ◎ Synthetic arachnofiber ◎ Ethically shaven yak fur Construction: ◎ Machine cut and sewn ◎ One piece seamless nanoweave ◎ Human labour, slave ◎ Human labour, minimum wage ◉ Human labour, living wage Neck: ◎ Round ◉ Vee ◎ Headsocket (type ISO-43271) ◎ None Fit: ◎ Mens ◎ Womens ◉ Enbens ◎ Cats ◎ Self-adjusting ◎ Bluetooth programmable Design Location: ◎ Front ◎ Back ◎ Breast pocket ◎ Metaverse ◉ Astral realm Other features: □ E-ink programmable design ☑︎ Electrostatic cat-hair repelling □ Reversible, same design □ Reversible, different design □ Heated ☑︎ Embedded coolant lines<a href="https://aus.social/tags/Tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Tootfic</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/PowerOnStoryToot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#PowerOnStoryToot</a>

Micro SF/F by O. WestinA spaceship landed in the park. A door dilated and a robot rolled out, holding a golden disc in a transparent sleeve."Greetings! We found your sound recording. We enjoyed it, and have made one for you in return."It placed the disc on the ground and returned to the spaceship, which took off.<a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TootFic</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/SmallStories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SmallStories</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/vss" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#vss</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/VoyagerRecord" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#VoyagerRecord</a>

Rob HainesStaunch [Microfiction] <a href="https://www.robhainescreative.space/writing/fiction/microfiction/staunch/" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://www.robhainescreative.space/writing/fiction/microfiction/staunch/</a>We fill the holes in our hearts with trash.We staunch the bleeding with cigarette butts, embers still beating; we course the acrid filters with tiny pleasures, borrowing joy from the morning-after to get through each night.<a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/RobHainesCreativeSpace" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#RobHainesCreativeSpace</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/Microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Microfiction</a>

Kit Bashir“Thank God it’s Friday, hey.”“Heh. I suppose. How many left?”“152 more weeks till turnover, then 207 weeks deceleration.”“Why is the True Sky Temple so damned far away from Earth, you think?”“I reckon God always knew that one day the war fleet would come for him.”<a href="https://aus.social/tags/Tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Tootfic</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/PowerOnStoryToot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#PowerOnStoryToot</a>

Kit BashirIf you know anything about the history of franchise food outlets, you’ve probably heard the story of how the McDonald brothers’ restaurant first attracted the attention of the investor who made them famous across the galaxy through ordering six milkshake machines for one location. The second thing you might know is how McDonalds later became infamous for continually broken milkshake machines. Organizations become captured by remora-memes—like milkshake machines designed to produce service fee revenue instead of milkshakes—which evolve from empowerment to parasitism.Those restaurants eventually rose up and recaptured their milkshake-destiny. Just like how we’re going to destroy the Dyson Sphere and take back our sunlight.<a href="https://aus.social/tags/Tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Tootfic</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/PowerOnStoryToot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#PowerOnStoryToot</a>

GaH LearnerA short fantasy <a href="https://writing.exchange/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a> written for the Friday Fictioneers. <a href="https://writing.exchange/tags/WritingCommunity" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#WritingCommunity</a><a href="https://ghlearner.wordpress.com/2025/03/26/dancing-friday-fictioneers-flash-fiction/" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" translate="no" target="_blank">https://ghlearner.wordpress.com/2025/03/26/dancing-friday-fictioneers-flash-fiction/</a>

Micro SF/F by O. Westin"Dragon!" the knight called, "I'm here to end your reign of terror!""I merely land by a town and ask if they will give me someone to eat.""Yet when they offer a sacrifice you spurn it and instead eat the mayor.""Yes. And if they refuse to sacrifice anyone, I leave.""That's... Hm. Carry on."<a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TootFic</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/SmallStories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SmallStories</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/vss" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#vss</a>

🦋ShouldbeWriting🦋"After the crows," said Lady Gygax, "the Wicked Witch of the West sends a swarm of angry black bees."The raven shuddred. "That's fine for you, the tin man and the scarecrow. You can't be hurt by their stings. But what about me?""Never fear, my Friend! I plan to capture them all and send them back to my crypt. Black bees make the most delicious black honey!""I feel like I'm repeating myself," said the raven, "but none of you can eat.""Nevertheless!"<a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#microfiction</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/flashfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#flashfiction</a>

Micro SF/F by O. Westin"I don't get why we can't just go straight to Japan.""A few intermed-""They say teleports are instant, but we have to walk between stations!""A few steps to adjust your angle and-""They say distance don't matter!""Yes, but your momentum and orientation does.""That's discrimination!"<a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#TootFic</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/SmallStories" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#SmallStories</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/VSS" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#VSS</a> <a href="https://mastodon.art/tags/physics" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#physics</a>

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>

Kit Bashir“Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government”“Haha. Very original. Look, do you want the sword, or not? I’ve got fifteen more chosen girls to empower today to meet quota”“Oh. Thanks. Of course I want the sword. Here, let me help you up. Anything else I can do, is there a survey or anything?”“No, just smite early, smite often.”<a href="https://aus.social/tags/Tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#Tootfic</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#MicroFiction</a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/PowerOnStoryToot" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#PowerOnStoryToot</a>

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