Mental Image and Romantic Gift (Microfiction Roundup)

MENTAL IMAGE

She opened her eyes. The people who had joined her were now an assortment of creatures, fae, werewolves and catfolk, smiling at her from the blank white space of the loading screen.

‘How … why?’

A fox person stepped forward. ‘This reality uses our mental images of ourselves.’ He gestured to her. ‘This is you.’

She looked down and saw scales and clawed feet. She shrugged her shoulders and felt her wings lift and spread.

She bared her fangs and prepared to fly.

 

ROMANTIC GIFT

‘I know I’ve been busy. But I’m putting that behind me.’ The mage’s hands were behind her back.… Read more

Still Hungry (Microfiction Roundup)

More microfiction from Mastodon.

OUT OF TOUCH

She tucked her hair behind pointed ears, avoiding his gaze. ‘I meant to write.’

‘Me too.’ He fiddled with the edge of his cape.

‘It’s just … you know, life has been busy.’

‘What’s it been … one, two hundred years?’

It had been three hundred, but she didn’t want to remind him. She’d let their friendship slip through the cracks. They just led such different lives …

‘Do you wanna grab a potion?’ he asked.

‘Yeah. Yes.’

Elf and vampire smiled shyly at each other.

 

A GIRL BUT ALSO

Its muzzle stopped inches from her face.… Read more

Chilly Feet

She saw on TV that ghosts made things cold, and she’d always had chilly feet at night.

So she found a stone with a hole through the middle and she waited under the covers until the chill made her toes curl.

Gently, she sat up, closing one eye and holding the stone up to the other.

Shimmering and thin as a beam of moonlight, the cat stretched and resettled on her feet.

She smiled and went back to bed, careful not to kick.

She’d always wanted a cat.

 

Image by Mihail_hukuna, used under CC0… Read more

Really There (Microfiction Roundup)

A collection of microfiction written for Mastodon.

 

REALLY THERE

Every night, woken by half-remembered dreams of cracked bones and dripping saliva, she saw the eyes. Two burning pinpricks within a boiling shadow, dark against the darkness.

Every night, she would close her eyes, and when she woke both eyes and shadow were gone, leaving only a lingering unease.

Tonight, she kept her eyes open. Her head tilted left, then right; the eyes followed her.

‘You’re really there, aren’t you?’

–Yes–

‘What — what are you?’

–Your dream–

She licked dry lips. ‘Then — why are you out here?’

–I scared myself–

She considered a moment, then lifted the other end of the blanket.… Read more

Never Forget the Water (Microfiction Roundup)

This week’s microfiction from Mastodon, all in one cozy update!

 

THE OCEAN AND THE SUN

She was drawn by light rippling on the water’s surface.

She breached slowly, a creature of scales and slime, with oil-pool eyes and hair of curling tentacles.

There, a woman of flame hovered. The water below her kicked and steamed, and her fire was a gentle roar.

Their eyes met. Slowly, they reached for each other, only to pull away in a hiss of flame and burning scales.

Each day, they met again. To look, to talk, but never to touch.

 

SOMETHING DIFFERENT

Something drew him into the forest.… Read more

Two Sisters

Two sisters stood at the edge of black water.

‘We should go in!’ The smaller tugged at the taller’s hand. ‘I bet there’s a whole world in there.’

But the taller could imagine only inky darkness and pale hands reaching from the depths.

Her sister tore free.

‘No!’

She dove after her.

Darkness like ink. Pale hands reached for her.

‘Look!’ The smaller smiled, gills flexing as she took the taller’s hand. City lights bloomed below. ‘A whole world.’Read more

Loving the Rain

‘I love the rain,’ he said, closing his eyes and tipping his head up to the sky.

‘Really?’

The rain grew harder, flooding his feet. He opened his eyes to a woman surfacing from an inch-deep puddle as if from the depths of the ocean. 

Her hair was lank and thick with grit. Her skin was mud-slicked, and her eyes were dark holes in which he could see stormcloud skies. She hung her head, suddenly shy.

‘Really.’ He held out his hands, and she took them.Read more

Misdiagnosis

Another microfiction I wrote for Mastodon.

‘Please help me,’ she said. She wrung her hands, hoping THIS would be the doctor who listened. ‘Every month, I experience memory loss –‘

‘Period.’

‘Listen! My skin burns. I’ve been bringing up weird things — bones and fur. I come home covered in mud –‘

‘Pregnant, then? Tummy troubles would not be uncommon if so.’

‘It’s not — I’m not — would you please LISTEN?’

Later, she would vomit up a stethoscope. It didn’t concern her as much this time.Read more

A Strange and Unusual Thing

Thanks to Sophie Jane for donating to my Ko-Fi for this microfiction!

‘Don’t!’ She reached out to stop her, but the woman only smiled.

‘It’s alright. Truly.’ She crouched beside the thing of tentacles and claws that crawled from the lake. She rubbed its bald, water-slicked dome; it gurgled and chirped.

‘See? Just because you don’t understand something, doesn’t mean it isn’t good.’ She tickled its tentacles; it squirted water.

‘I suppose not,’ the other replied, staring at the woman as if she, too, were a strange and unusual thing.Read more

The Sea Witch’s Magic

This is a microfiction I entered in a competition. The requirement was a story that was exactly 80 words.

The first time I went to the Sea Witch, I brought a necklace of broken glass. ‘And in return?’ she asked.

‘I’ll tell you tomorrow,’ I replied.

The second time I went to the Sea Witch, I brought a message in a bottle. ‘What magic does this buy?’

‘I’ll come again and tell you then.’

The third time I went to the Sea Witch, I held out my empty hands. She took them, and I knew the price was paid.Read more