Another microfiction for Mastodon. — She pricked her finger on the crooked needle and let the blood drip and swirl into the bowl below. It clouded pink, then cleared. She…
Another microfiction written for Mastodon. I hope you enjoy it! — ‘I just wish I had someone to talk to,’ I said to my reflection. ‘Me too,’ she replied. I…
Another microfiction for Mastodon, with thanks to my Ko-Fi supporters. — She brought him the usual gifts at first. A mouse, a bird. A ribbon for him to play with….
Another microfiction for Mastodon, with thanks to my Ko-Fi supporters. — ‘OOOO!’ said the ghost. The girl poked at the fire. ‘I’m not in the mood for ghost stories, thanks.’…
Yesterday on Mastodon, I played a game where people could tell me their favourite colour, and in exchange I would write a toot-sized (or tweet-sized) encounter with a magical creature….
A microfiction written for Mastodon. — She walked down the road, trailed by shambling, limping things. A badger with its face bared to one side. A housecat with crushed paws….
I wrote a serial toot fiction for mastodon written in 1 toot a day for every day of October (or that was the plan, anyway!) It was a labour of…
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…
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…
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…