Teeny Tiny Tales #8
The world becomes darker and colder. The time for nesting has come. 12.11.24 through 12.17.24
I've always been interested in writing, but time is a precious commodity. I found that writing these little stories to be both pleasurable and stimulating to my aging brain. I've decided to write a microfiction piece every day and post all of them here: The few I think are good, the embarrassingly silly, and the indifferent. I hope my efforts might inspire others to let their creativity out to play.
If you're interested in trying out microfiction, check out
’s Substack (link below). He's created an amazing community where you'll find a lot of wonderful stories and supportive, friendly writers.See you next week!
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December 11, 2024
Microdosing - 90mg of an Iceberg 🥶
Featured in The Batch of Microfiction #33! 🤗
Your tears formed from the juice of the apple you ate. The apple grew last summer, on a tree that drank of groundwater from the meltwater of the past winter's snows. The snow precipitated from mists blown in from the sea. The mists evaporated from a melting iceberg. The iceberg was born of a monstrous glacier breaking up, sliding into the ocean. When your tears fall to the ground, they join the watery adventure as they travel to the great ice caps and then on to the liquid magic of life.
December 12, 2024
Microdosing - 100 mg of a Donation
Little Joey passed the homeless shelter every day on his way home from school. One day, he noticed a sign requesting donations for the big Christmas dinner. On Christmas Eve, after Mom and Dad were asleep, he delivered all their holiday food to the shelter. When his grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins arrived on Christmas day, the cupboards were bare. Smiling, Joey led his family to the shelter, where a sign proclaimed, "Christmas Dinner, All Welcome!" Everyone laughed, realizing what Joey had done. They all had so much fun eating with their new friends, a new family tradition was born.
December 13, 2024
Microdosing - 100 mg of Friday the Thirteenth
The fear of Friday the thirteenth, friggatriskaidekaphobia, is named for Frigg, the Beloved. But why do we fear?
Loki, full of jealousy, was the thirteenth guest to arrive at the celebration of Frigg's beautiful son, Baldur, beloved by all. All creation swore to protect him - all but the harmless mistletoe, which was forgotten. Loki killed Baldur with a dart formed of the innocent herb.
Baldur's death triggered Ragnarök, the Twilight of the Gods, destroying the world in fire and flood. But all was not lost. Eventually, the world was reborn, and life returned.
Fear not the day. Tomorrow always comes.
December 14, 2024
Microdosing - 100 mg of a Tradition
My mother-in-law loved Christmas, always hosting cheerfully enthusiastic joyous gatherings.
After she died, my husband wouldn't celebrate. I dutifully supported him in his grinchdom, even as it broke my heart to forgo all the beautiful traditions: No tree, no decorations, no presents, no holiday dinner, no nothing.
As the Yuletide embargo continued, I became increasingly resentful and bitter and sad with each passing year.
The traditions now live on in my heart - I've learned how to feel the joy of the season without the material trappings. We no longer celebrate Christmas - but I've learned how to celebrate life.
December 15, 2024
Microdosing - 100 mg of Friends
Prompt from Miguel S.’s new book, “Micro Dosing Fiction"
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Be a friend to your father,
And a friend to your mother,
A friend to your sisters
And friends with your brothers.
Be a friend to aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins,
Don't stop at just one, befriend dozens and dozens.
Be a friend to your lover,
And friends with all others.
Allow your friendship to soar high, don't force it to hover.
Your friendship's too precious to hide undercover.
If your soul's world weary, friends help you recover.
For our lives are too short to be filled up with hate,
So go out and make friends, it's never too late!
December 16, 2024
Microdosing - 70 mg of a Soup
"Father, what happens to us when we die?"
"Well, our bodies get recycled, slowly breaking back down into individual molecules, someday to help build a new creature."
"And our souls?"
"I don't rightly know. Maybe they're sort of recycled, too, and our memories, loves, hates, joys, and sorrows are all rendered down into an ethereal soup, all ready to nourish a new infant soul."
"Soul soup. That would be neat."
December 17, 2024
No prompt today - posted a fun story instead, called “Summit of the Gift Givers,” so today's bit is inspired by another prompt from his book, “Micro Dosing Fiction."
Microdosing - 50 mg of a Funeral
Please, oh please, don't cry for me.
Don't wear funeral weeds for me.
My sorrow's gone, my spirit's free,
Amore, please don’t cry for me.
Wish upon your memory,
Recall our love and be happy.
I'm not sad, so can't you see
That you don't need to cry for me?
I love how each story ended on a positive note. How life should be. 🥰🙏
Anything Peter Moore comments on is pure wisdom, just sayin’.