It's drifted through the void for eons. One of the Originals, visiting stars & galaxies. Alone except for the star dust, & searching.
They've been heading to a yellow star for a few millenium now. Still far enough away the light hasn't started to warm them yet, still barely a tickle.
But they can feel something & know joy again. So many consciousnesses, so many minds.
So much...life.
Never loneliness again. Just others, just this joy, as much as they can absorb.
#microfiction
#originalones

The 2 youths had gone deep in the stacks where the only light was the lamp they carried flickering up & down the spines.
They were looking for the forbidden books, the ones kept from the regular library.
-I thought you said they'd be here?-
-This is where I found them before.-
There was a rustle of pages turning & the shelves creaked under a heavy weight.
A hoarse whisper came from the darkness above them.
-It's banned book week, they're on a cart up front.-
#microfiction
#bookdragon

My timelines are getting confused again. Friends I have watched pass are alive & memories have mixed with hopes of things to come. Temporal vertigo swings me around & time points upside-down.
I can only ride the stream & watch the ripples when I dip my fingertips into the flow. The old memories getting replanted to take root again & grow into fresh forests. While Love blooms glorious along the banks, scented with grandma's shortbread & dad's aftershave.
#time
#microfiction

The breeze stilled at night & the pond was mirror smooth reflecting the moon & the stars in perfect symmetry. Except for 1. The pond held an extra star the night sky missed.
That's where we're going. Take my hand & step off the dock. Lean and fall back to the space between. Together we'll journey along the nothingness to a land of light.
Dive with me into the depths & stay close. It's a long way.
#microfiction #goodnight

The sky sank, the clouds descended & wrapped the hills in their gauzy grip.
This is where the world's merge. Where time speeds up & stands still, ceases to exist, and makes everything everywhere.
This is where I found my love. This is where I lost her.
She appeared out of a misty swirl & we spent a blink recognizing each other as bonded souls. We held each other in that timeless miasma. Held tight as the sun rose & the world's pulled apart. Tore us away from each other, again.
#microfiction

Nameless elves out in the woods have been busy at the spinning wheel.
Fate's threads have grown more tangled; a ball of knots. The Oracle sobs through the night now. The future a mess of muddled visions.
A new god has risen in the pantheon. Entropy walks heaven's halls, cloaked in chaos. Wherever his eyes fall, disorder falls too.
It would take most of the other gods to defeat him & restore order. But they can't. The organization they need dissolves where he walks. Lost to time.
#microfiction

The air here is simultaneously oppressive and too thin. I'm always just at the edge of being short of breath. Time moves slow here and my mind moves slower. It all moves in slow motion but I can't catch up. Rushing to stay just a step behind.
A place of dualities.
Where the light is too bright and everything is washed out. Yet I am looking through a fog and the details evade me.
I can feel the air pulsing. Faster, faster, faster.
Unfocused intensity.
#microfiction
#fold
#anxiety

The clouds swung low, hit the mountains and slid down to the valley floor over night, & lays heavy this morning. This is not a normal fog. The cows aren't lulling in the paddock. The sheep, silent too. Suspense hangs in the air, thick as the mist.
Down the old lane there is a rumbling & a crash. The valley lay in shadow yet, but a flame has lit it up. Erupting and flickering along the mountain crags.
Then came the roar. The roar that breaks bones & freezes hearts.
A dragon is born.
#microfiction

The Fold is a place only you can take yourself to. A place where you bend inwards. And shut out the world.
Where inner demons are given a voice that echos over & over in your head.
And a miasma envelopes you, sapping your energy, sapping your strength.
Your will.
But there is light.
There is always light. And even though it can be the hardest thing to do.
You just have to reach out.
There is help out of the Fold. Reach out & end the emptiness.
#fold
#microfiction but not
#depressionallegory

The devil in the Fold has no power, but that given to him. The chains holding you down, anchored to the lonely road, are made from Blame, and held by the dark Far wandering the barren fields.
The sick moon rolls along the horizon. Casting long shadows around in the empty dust.
The air is heavy and thin. Breath comes hard, but weighs you down. The steps forward harder each day. Slower along the way.
Until your hunched and become one with lamdscape. Bent to Despair.
#microfiction
#fold

The night sings a song for the lost souls with no home. Walking the lonely road in the fold. A world of only moonlight and memories.
The fold, where Loss rules, queen and goddess. An empty land, full. Full of kindred wanderers who see only their empty road and no others.
The fold, where yearning is a drink made from hopes turned around, and mourning the food of the dark Far.
The fold, a place from nowhere and nothing for you to sink deep into.
#microfiction
#fold

He harvests the dreams & distills them back out to spread again the next night. Sand through his fingers.
But something is wrong tonight. The dreams are scattered. Some barely get a glimpse of a flash of a vision in a restless tumble of a night. While others are left with piles. Entire lifetimes with their head on a pillow. Reincarnated over & over beneath covers & a half moon.
To wake up, remembering lost lovers & days melted away in hazy scenes.
The day starts at mourning.
#microfiction
#dream

My recent #microfiction toots have taken on a fable type turn, not sure where my head is right now. 🤷‍♂️

The fish lived in the well where the water was clean & just enough food fell to him he never went hungry. The only light the tiny circle far above him.
Day after day, buckets would dip into the water, to disappear into the light. And day after day he would dream about what there was up there.
One day, in a fit, he hopped in the bucket and rode it to the light, the brilliance blinding him, the sun warming him. He leaped in the air, & fell back into the well, to wait for tomorrow.
#microfiction

There was a woman who led a hard life. When Fate twisted the threads for her, they were frayed & battered, worn & stained.
The woman lived as if cursed, but she persisted. In the end, the tapestry woven from her threads impressed even the gods. The stories it told, the strength it held, were greater than anything the gods could make.
When she died, the entire pantheon lined up to offer her eternal gifts in trade for her woven miracle. But she kept it as a shawl, to keep her warm.
#microfiction

The twins were cursed. Their god did it. Over & over they committed sacrilege & held themselves up as gods themselves.
So 1st he forbid them from feeling the pure sun, so they wandered the desert until it was a fertile land. Next he forbid them look upon each other, so they'd stand in a field, turn towards each other and mountains would erupt. Then he forbid them to walk the same land together, so they took turns walking on water.
And slowly, he made them the gods they hoped to be.
#microfiction

You could see it in her eyes. The fire burning in them. An inferno deep within and energy pulsing off her. An ancient soul dwelt within her. As old as time. One from the origin, with the heart of a dragon.
I couldn't take my eyes off her and she knew it. She saw me staring & didn't care. I was in her thrall, where she wanted me. Another suitor burnt to a crisp beneath her glare.
Powerless to stop her from taking my juice box & going back to the swing set.
#microfiction
@F1r3_Dragon @PurpleDragon

When I was a boy, the fogland tree appeared in a field on a misty morning, with a rope swing & a little girl sitting on it. We played tag in the field & didn't even notice the tree evaporated. She went to live with a neighbor & was always looking for the tree to come back, but by the time it appeared again, she had lived longer in our realm & built a life here.
She's my wife now. And even though the tree comes more often & she stares at it each time, she never leaves me
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#microfiction
#fogland

The morning mist hung low over the fields. The cows grazed, their legs obscured in the dewy fog, so that they looked like spotted blobs wobbling across a cloud.
A fox pops up and down, hunting field mice.
And the giant oak is back. It only comes at these times, when the realms align.
I told my son, never climb the tree. When the sun hits the valley, the tree will evaporate with the fog. You never know when it will be back, & you can come home. Tomorrow? A week? Next year?
#microfiction
#fogland

There are books you devour. The kind that once you start you stuff it in your head as fast as you can and don't stop reading until it's done. They fill you up, overflowing, but you digest it quick.

Then there are books you sip. Read a chapter and ponder a bit. Set it down and let the words settle in your head and soul. Like a high proof whiskey. It needs to settle before you take another sip. Those you can't devour, of you'll be lost in a turbulent haze for days.

#microfiction
#books