Teeny Tiny Tales #12
The world may be dark, but life continues to reach up through the snow and ice. 1.8.25 through 1.14.25
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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January 8, 2025
Microdosing - 50 mg of Paranormal
When I heard him speak, paranormal possibilities never crossed my mind, until he said, "KID, IT'S OKAY. VISIT MY LAWYER."
So I did. The lawyer showed me Uncle's will, leaving me everything! Why?
"YOU ALWAYS WERE MY FAVORITE." A ghost forever in my brain or insanity - which would be worse?
January 9, 2025
Microdosing - 80 mg of a Promise
Before the ambulance took her away, my sister begged me to not let her die alone.
"I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die."
I visited only once. I was shattered by her moans of pain, the stink of vomit, the stench of death. I couldn't go back.
She died alone. The meaning of the curse crashed upon me: I broke my promise, crossed my heart's desire, and now I'm so full of shame, I wish I were dead.
January 10, 2025
Microdosing - 50 mg of a Glow
Featured in The First Batch of 2025! 🤗
The fireflies danced at the forest edge. Entranced, I followed their glowing trail, receding into darkness. Suddenly, my foot crashed through a deadfall, hopelessly trapped in the tangle of broken tree limbs. I'd forgotten the ancient tales of the Will-o-wisps, who lead fools such as me into disaster.
January 11, 2025
Microdosing - 90 mg of a Bundle
During the 60's, Dad would bundle us kids into the bed of his pickup truck for road trips. We weren't afraid, we loved bouncing and rolling like a litter of puppies when we hit bumpy sections, the wind whipping in our hair.
By the time I grew up and had children of my own, the laws had changed: Car seats and seatbelts became the rule, and nobody could ride loose in the back of trucks anymore. The world may be safer, but traveling lost the magic of daring adventure.
January 12, 2025
Microdosing - 50 mg of Love
Anniversary Bonus Prompt from The Fiction Dealer's very first post!
We promised to love 'til death did us part, but when death took you, I still loved. Every morning, every day, every night, I remember your voice, your face, your smell, your touch. My love's outlived our vows - I will love you until death parts my soul from my being.
January 13, 2025
Microdosing - 100 mg of Elegance
Our choice had been gleaned from thousands of entries, the winning tale flowing with an unforced elegance, the simple words framing flawless beauty. As contestants filed into the auditorium, I tried to pick out the writer, assuming they would match the sophistication of their work. Was it the dapper gentleman in the three piece suit? The chic lady in the exquisite beaded gown? As I called out the winner's name, an elderly woman wearing a homely jumper walked to the podium. As I looked into her eyes, I saw the dignity that transcends external trappings, the true source of elegance.
January 14, 2025
Microdosing - 90 mg of a Tattoo
Featured in The Batch of Micro-fiction #36 🤗
I'd heard about the old dairy cow escaping the slaughterhouse truck, but was surprised to find her in my barn later that afternoon, looking like she'd always lived there. She nuzzled me and licked my hand. "Smart girl. How'd you know I'm vegetarian?"
I clipped off the ID tag in her ear and painted over the tattooed number. Then I painted a few of her black spots. Effectively disguised, I set her out to graze with the other herbivores.
Lucky lived happily ever after in retirement on my rescue farm.
I'm glad I've subscribed to your substack because I missed some of these posts on Miguel's site. I love how you write, that lovely mix of scary and silly.