Microfiction

Her songs spun glorious tapestries for the court.

They marveled, unaware of the complacency being spelled upon them.

Death stalked him, loving him from afar, ashes and bodies in their wake.

He learned to use this to his advantage. Keep your enemies close.

Waiting is the worst part from what i've heard, said the executioner in a gentle voice, may you find solace in the silence that comes after

He picked nervously at his hooves and his ears strained to hear anything from the office.

He swears he didn't know humans were so fragile

She stood a head taller than every man she met

She couldn't find dresses in her size So her brother learned to sew and found comfort in lace

They sent the young fae to another realm.

He could not survive among his own, cursed as he was.

He had a the worst case of generosity ever recorded

Without hope we are all but complacent in our own defeat, said the hero But, said the old man, You can not blame the oppressed for being so

My god grants me righteous fury so that I may smite mine enemy and protect my kin. But they don't help me with stealth checks

Ashes to ashes, bones to dust, it is only in earth that we can trust.

Ashes to ashes, flesh to dirt, feeding the planet is all you're worth

She sang until her lungs bled and still she wheezed out the lyrics.

But the for all the magic in her songs, she could not raise the dead

The warrior tied to stay his sword in vain.

What hit harder than the act was the realization that he had taken many lives but never mourned

"Moral superiority," thought the thief, "is a privilege of the well to do."

The wolf lunged for her throat and she was never heard from again.

But she was seen a month later shopping for scarves and signing slowly.

What he lacked in brains he made up for for in limbs and golly did he have a lot of arms.

She wielded humor like a whip, leaving smiles like welts on the faces of those she graced with her wit

They became nomadic, ever following the roving wifi, in the shadows of the mobile glass castles of the rich

She was a bard. She could influence voters or incite riots with a single top 40 hit. Mostly she sang about treating yourself softly

The troll market was really more of a farmers market since many creatures started settling down instead of adventuring

He looked at the naga before him with a shrewd eye "You said you were half elf?" "Yes. I didn't say what the other half was though"

It's tough being a gnome in the world of man, they never put anything interesting within reach.

Its no wonder we became such good engineers.

"I will never understand hobbit nomenclature" "So says the orc G'luck, named for the sound he made swallowing a calf's liver whole"

Azalea glared up at the brute that had menaced her nephew "And what have you to say for yourself?" "He fell out of me all on his own" said the ent

She infiltrated the infirmary with claims of chronic nostalgia.

She got close to her target while suffering intense attacks of memory

Evanja spread all his fingers and toes and giggled at the sensation of being in a freshly hatched body. He had been uploaded for too long

The moon cracked open in front of millions of spectators.

It had been 7,000 years since the cicada had burrowed deep within the satellite

At first she thought her vision was wrong, all cloudy and dull.

It wasn't until alaska that she saw them clearly, translucent and afraid

The taste of him was so intoxicating she didn't realize she'd taken a bite until he screamed.

By then it was far too late to stop.

The air was heavy with his cloying cologne.

After an hour in his presence it began to build up in the lungs, coating them in noxious honey

The earth beneath her feet shattered like cheap porcelain and she felt herself shatter with it, collapsing boneless to the tile.

She had no ears to cover, being of a species psychically inclined, and so she writhed, grasping at sod under the auditory assault

He decided, after the fourth hibernating coma, that perhaps he shouldn't attempt to eat the next hostile whole.

It was difficult to hold onto the things that matter most: relationships, sanity, eggs. He had really been looking forward to that omelette

It was harder to tell the truth, the teenage vigilante thought while staring up at his mother, than to fight. But easier than lying

The day silence left we awoke to a ringing, a pounding, a rattle deep in our bones and we would never again know peace.

And god looked down on his creation and said, "there are much more humans than when last i checked. They must be doing well" "Have you ever wondered about that door?" "Yeah, Finn tried it once" "Finn with the-" he trailed off, gesturing at his face "Yeah, that Finn"

"Send hope" read the missive. We assumed it a mistake and arrived to provide aid we found a city apathetic and listless.

With technology on the rise, many fairy godmothers found themselves out of work.

Some desperate few took to skulking around wishing wells.

There was a section of hallway (fifth floor, south hall, across from the physics classroom) where everyone stopped talking no matter what

Like so many before him Lysander paid no heed to his fortune cookie and never noticed how oddly accurate the treats from Golden China were.

The tree grew twisted and gnarled into a rune for wisdom.

The apples of its boughs held inspiration and insight.

The graffiti was carefully placed to look innocuous while still taking advantage of the natural ley lines. Protection of culture. Harmony.

The street performers dance looked improvised but she was dancing sigils to inspire generosity and attract wealth

Wick Wethersby was a witch and he wasn't thrilled about it.

Alliteration followed him like a stray dog but he hated poetry

There's a loose paving tile on the east sidewalk on west main street.

Under it you can find your way to the Wixen Farmers Market.

The rumbling under their feet was a constant reminder of the boiling anger only just kept at bay

More "Can you hear them?" "The bells?" "No, the screams" "I can sense no difference in harmonics, either there is a slaughter or a church"

A knock echoed at the submarine door and Captain rolled his eyes but feigned sleep.

Private Marcie's mermaid beau wasn't subtle, was she?

Cambria felt the tremors of discontent in her astral web and worried for her children, spread among the stars.

Hell was empty when he got there.

Jonathan crept cautiously around caverns.

The ashes were cold. Muffled sounds of war echoed from above.

The absence of the moon was keenly felt.

The tides became calm, the sediment settled. We could see farther down than ever.

It terrified us.

Faith, trust, and pixie dust came together to make a perfectly unbelievable omelette.

It tasted of the smoke, the sea, and youth

Smoke billowed from her gaping mouth to thunderous applause. Needless to say, her graduate thesis was a resounding success.

Heaven sent Sirens and Gorgons to bring their people home while Hell sent Muses to entice them to stay and sin a while longer

Vision dealt in banned goods.

His glitter and sequins were the most pure, uncut product on the market

Brad Verily was looking for love in all the wrong places.

He would never find the swamp beast of his dreams at speed dating

Bunny's plane went down and she’s been living on an island with the survivors.

It's been harder than ever to hide her lycanthropy

Karen Kinder from IT didn't know she was a ghost.

No one ever went down to IT except Brian Eiland, who didn't know he was a medium.

Feared was Saffron of the grotto but still were they sought for their glorious mirrored scales and exotic, vibrant fur to be willingly given

Fennel was the government's newest form of riot control.

They made the population love him then tortured him if there was discord.

Ziralto was a professional saboteur.

They specialized in relationships, warships, and cooking competitions

Dr. Zhi discovered how to weaponize luck.

He used his research to hide his findings from the world governments and their probability cannons

Adiago yearned for years to be recognized for their dancing.

Even when the bombs dropped they danced to the pops of machine guns

Fissure Wiley wished for love on stars until the sun disappeared.

The species moves underground and Fissure finds xemself with a bright new roommate

Miss River Teak and Miss Rhonda Terry answer a roommate add and end up living together with Miss Raven Take. Will they regret their choice?

"Wherefore do you defy me. Wherefore do you adore me viciously"

"Would that there was a world where my meeting you wasn't the end of us"