Teeny Tiny Tales #17
"February days are a marketing gimmick; love happens every day." -- Randeep Hooda. 2.12.25 through 2.18.25
This is where I present my daily microfiction stories, mostly based on the past week’s prompts from The Fiction Dealer. By posting my humble tales - the good, bad, silly, and indifferent - I hope to inspire others to allow their creativity to come out and play.
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February 12, 2025
❤ Microdosing - 80 mg of Forevermore ❤
Valentine's Week Prompts ("let's make this week sweet as a cupcake" -- )
My kids worry when I talk to you, but they don't understand. You're living in the books you've read, in the letters you've written, in the blooming gardens you planted. You're wrapped up in the furniture you built, in the painted walls of every room. You still feed me with the recipes you left behind.
You're in my heart, you're in my head, you're in my soul. How can anyone say you're nevermore, when my love for you grows forevermore?
February 13, 2025
❤ Microdosing - 100 mg of a Bouquet ❤
Valentine's Week Prompts ("let's make this week sweet as a cupcake" -- )
He examined my work, as I stood by nervously.
"Vibrant, exuberant use of colors," he praised, "But the perspective is a bit juvenile..."
He saw happiness, then sorrow, flash across my face.
"My dear, please don't be discouraged by honest criticism. You didn't let me finish. I was about to say that, taken as a whole, I quite like it. Paintings are like people, none are perfect. What we truely love, we love wholly, not just the good bits."
He winked as he concluded, "Bouquets and brickbats, my dear, bouquets and brickbats. They are but two sides of the same coin."
February 14, 2025
❤ Microdosing - 70 mg of an Embrace ❤
Valentine's Week Prompts ("let's make this week sweet as a cupcake" -- )
The lady mantis bites off her lover's head. The black widow eats her mate. An octopus happily consumes her companion after he's completed the deed. The anaconda mates with many males, only to eagerly devour one or two afterwards.
Human lovers, respect and cherish each other, take care not to harm. Lady Killers and Maneaters, beware! For those who embrace and then betray, karma offers several grisly possiblities of rebirth.
February 15, 2025
❤ Microdosing - 70 mg of Waiting ❤
Valentine's Week Prompts ("let's make this week sweet as a cupcake" -- )
I get so tired of waiting around for you,
Stoically waiting for my dreams to come true.
I'm waiting for you to choose just the right hue,
But waiting for you is making me feel so blue.
You tell me be patient, as if you knew,
That waiting was the reason my love for you grew.
This waiting around is nothing new,
And waiting is better than never, it's true.
February 16, 2025
Gibberish - Flash Fiction Friday
Assignment: A campfire story about a character who wants to remain hidden, with chaotic annotations, including the phase “Where did you find it?”
Due to technical complications that I am too much of a luddite to overcome, this week's Flash Fiction Friday story was posted by itself - click on the title if you'd like to read it!
February 17, 2025
Microdosing - 90 mg of a Cycle
I wasn't good with anger. It flooded my brain, burning like fire. Only headbanging quenched it. It was only a matter of time before something broke, but I couldn't help myself.
We fought and I fled. My husband followed, and saw my head bouncing off the countertop. Before I could strike again, he pulled me close, his tears wet against my neck.
"Honey, please stop," he pleaded. "We'll find a different way. C'mon, let's talk."
As he led me away from danger, I realized I needed to break the cycle.
February 18, 2025
Independent Prompt - Unlimited mg of Slugs
A story especially for and .
Juney really wanted a pet, but Mom and Dad said the apartment was too small. One day, Juney found a banana slug at the park. He was big and yellow and so cool looking, with his retractable eyes, crawling around on his slimy foot. She loved him, so into her pocket he went. She named her new friend "Gaston."
She carefully researched her new pet and set up a perfect sluggish home. Gaston loved to be misted every day and enjoyed the dinner scraps Juney secreted in her pockets to feed him later.
Eventually, she found another banana slug, and named her Gigi. Gigi and Gaston got on like a house on fire. Pretty soon the tank was full of beautiful, pearl-like eggs. It was at this point that Mom found the slug family hidden under Juney's bed…
At first, Mom and Dad were grossed out by the discovery, but Juney waxed lyrical in defense of her new pets. Finally, in an appeal to their more practical side, she showed them the advertisements for pet slugs on the internet, where people were willing to pay $20 or more for a slimy pet!
Finally they agreed to let Juney to keep them, but Mom soon came to regret their decision. One day, when Dad complained about a horrible toothache, Juney presented him with Gaston. "Here, put him in your mouth for a second, but don't bite him!"
Dad was so desperate that he followed Juney's instructions; his tortured mouth immediately became completely numbed. Mom walked into the room just as Juney was fishing her pet out of her father's mouth. Poor Mom had nightmares for weeks... but Gaston and Gigi and their babies lived happily ever after.
Inspired by an incident in 's The Legacy: Part VII, a much creepier and VERY much better story than this one (start at Part I for a good old fashioned horror story, with tinges of Lovecraft and Dickens).
They're so cute!!!
oh gawwwd... SLUGS IN THE MOUTH! NO!