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"How long until we find the exit?" I asked. Dad simply smiled.

"We're here to find furniture for your dorm room," he said. "It's gonna take a while."

I sighed and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly. That's odd, I thought. I could've swordn we've been here for at least six hours. I thought it was high time I asked my Dad a question.

"How long until we find the exit?" I asked. Dad simply smiled.

#tootfic #microfic

Friday:
something like 25 minutes, mostly in small bits spread out over the day
20 minutes of tidying
#HomeSiteHouseKeeping nearly 30 minutes of fiddling with image data, including posting a bunch of sketchy self--portraits from nov/dec on my website https://ankewehner.com/selfportraits/year_2019/

"I must warn you," the librarian said, "this book is cursed."
"Cursed?"
"Read the first two chapters and you will be trapped, unable to stop reading until you reach the end."
I swallowed. "I... I have read books like that before."
The librarian nodded. "Then go, and read."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

When I got home, I was so exhausted, I could barely keep my eyes open. I vaguely recall kicking off my shoes and falling face first into bed.

I could hear them scurrying around as I closed my eyes. Putting my shoes away. Picking up things I’d knocked over. The clink of a glass of water being placed on the bedside table.

“Night night,” said a voice.

“Dream good!” added another.

“Thanks friends,” I mumbled, falling asleep. Goblins were so helpful.

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#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

A colouring-in page for my work's volunteer newsletter.

It's not a very serious newsletter.

Learn the shortcut for "view at actual size". Edit it to something really easy to press if you can. Build the habit of hitting it regularly.

Lay down a half-assed attempt at a zoomed-in detail. View at actual size. Does it work? Great! Move on to another part. Maybe think about the overall lighting and composition while you're at this level, maybe dive into another part that needs detailing. Maybe you decide that, sure, you could spend another twenty hours detailing this, but it can also pass as 'done' already.

Sometimes I even work for a bit zoomed in, then zoom out and end up deleting the detail I just added in favor of something simpler. Because what works close up can look like a mess at a distance. I do this less often than I used to, eventually you develop a sense of how much you actually need to bother doing.

From: Book Repair
To: Dept of Necroforensics
We understand that Prof. Hutu is still dealing with the fallout from his sheltie's transformation into a ravening demonic hellbeast, but he needs to source the necessary skin from an executed murderer to rebind "Tortadh Do-chreidsinneach". The holes left by his dog chewing the cover are allowing considerable leakage, we only have one containment hood capable of handling that much brimstone, and the filters are expensive. He did sign the damage waiver.

The author sighed. "I’m not sure where this story’s going anymore. I don’t even know what they should all do next."

"You know, you could just ask one of us,” muttered one of the characters on the page, clearly frustrated.

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#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

The pen had arrived in the mail on her 21st birthday. Gift wrapped in red paper, it had nothing to indicate who'd sent it. It had an iridescent sheen to it, which would catch people's attention, especially when she was drawing.

The hundreds of pictures she drew with it always looked a little more vivid than her others. Sometimes, people would think they'd seen one move, out of the corner of their eye. But surely that was just a trick of the light. Right?

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#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

The boat was far too small for the six of us.

We'd cram ourselves aboard and row out to the center of the lake, in the mildest danger of sinking.

The boat was one of two important details; the second?

Sardines in tomato sauce.

We'd all roll open the cans and wait; never for long.

With barely a ripple around her long supple neck, she'd rise; the lake's most famous rumor.

She'd nibble the fish, and if we were lucky, sing us a song.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Writing #TerylsTales #UrbanFantasy

Ravelry still sucks fyi