A Special Arrangement
#1 of micro fiction just some silly short microfiction i wrote up as part of a 10 minute writing prompt exercise over on the writerscrossing discord. i liked it enough to post it, short as it is.
Carpe Diem: Chapter 13, Page 6
#1 of carpe diem while i'm doing microfiction for the new pages of carpe diem (http://www.cdcomic.com), i thought i'd post them here as well. trent turned away from burt, unable to look at him. the anger warming his cheeks.
Twitter Bites: Frat Party (Musk)
Sometime in the past couple of years, i had the idea of writing little bits of microfiction for my ad twitter account. i had a few ideas, but this is the only one i finished.
The Volunteer
[2,058 words] [tags: nsfw; mind control; korps; cyberpunk] author's note: this was originally supposed to be microfiction, then hit 2,000 words. oops. sometimes the most important choice you make is your last.
Heatless
Here's a bit of microfiction inspired by art from pandalover on fa: i wonder if he's all right.  "mother russia, mother russia..." ivan sang as he jogged down the sidewalk alongside tank.
Twitter Bites: Diaper Bully (Humiliation)
I finished a new twitter microfiction this past weekend, though it came out to be much longer than i hoped. inspired by my chief diaper consultant and editor-in-padding, @tugsie, with thanks to all my wonderful proofreaders.
The Weather Outside is Frightful
._ _this is the second in a series of "sexy vignette"-style microfiction i've been trying to get better at writing erotica. please chime in with criticism!_ "the weather outside is frightful," by rob baird.
Defining Oneself (Otherwise Untitled)
The fox's mother settled her glare somewhere between his blindingly cyan dyed ears and immodestly short skirt as she struggled to find words of helpful admonishment from amongst the giggles she could only just contain.
Pop (Otherwise Untitled)
~ In the rumbling din of the theater, the squirrel first noticed when her popcorn seemed damp. After a pause in the action, when the characters tumbled into a well lit room to express their feelings and goals to each other, she looked down to find a...
Concealed Youth (Welded Sunset)
~ The mechanical ferret, being the size of a small car excepting twice as long, made careful progress along the rafters that loomed above the sea of automation below. The factory had, for all that he'd ever seen, operated in a fully automatic state...
Dough to Bread (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The squirrel peered at the baking pans as she slapped the kitchen timer into silence. The loaf of dough in each was a mishapen and tangled mass of sticky goop, though it appeared to be a fair bit larger than when she had left it to set the hour...
Piercing Alarm (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The basilisk opened his eyes to take in the night around him with a gurgling sigh. His bedroom had the pale glow of a enchanted slaying weapon, his arm was resting in the spot of his bed where his wife wasn't, and silence from his alarm radio...