Collection of October’s Microfiction

In October, I had taken prompts from the Fiction Dealer’s microdosing posts and carved stories of my own to share with others.

If your first question is “Well, what is microdosing?” Well, to cover from their About Us page, “Microdoses of fiction in a form of micro-story with a prompt for you to try yourself.” Each story they have provided has allowed us to create something of our own, and that’s what this post here is—the stories I have created, thanks to the prompts!

And while you’re reading the stories based on these prompts, I encourage you all to check out other stories inside the posts as well. A lot of fantastic stories have come about from each week of microdosing!

Just to note: 100mg = 100 words.

50mg – Stalker

She had told me about someone following her for years, but she could never catch them. Unsolicited phone calls and letters had left her terrified and feeling threatened by the person she could not see.

Everyone had called that person obsessive; I would instead call them a loving partner.

80mg – Carrying the Weight

Father scooped the Earth’s soil and laid mother down to rest.

What was a typical family dinner, abruptly ended when father trembled at mother’s motionless body lying on the floor. We both then went to the backyard, carrying Mother.

“I’m sorry for the weight you’ll have to carry,” Father said, wiping his eyes. “I want you to cover me with your mother, for I will pay for what I have done.”

Father cried the whole time I covered them up.

50mg – Paint it Black

The cold metal halted my movement, for I could only reach my meal, which was placed for me. For a moment, light colored the room and reminded me of solitude before they painted my vision black, and I was left alone again with my friends who could not speak anymore.

70mg – Witchin’

I put on the last dab of green paint on my face, and I became the Wicked Witch of the West.

“Are you finally done?” Jaime asked, eager to leave for the party.

“Yep; I’m all ready,” I answered.

“Bitchin’.”

“I think you mean, witchin’.”

Jaime glared at me. “Derick’s going to be there, so save me the embarrassment tonight, okay?”

I didn’t say another word and grabbed my broom.

60mg – Bone Orchard

In what was an apple orchard, now littered with the bones of fallen. The view has changed from family gatherings to bloodshed with no winner.

Bones snapping with every footstep; we ask for forgiveness for the dead.

Through the remains, a lonely seed shines through. Carry it for there will come a time, it’ll grow and bring some hope again.

This was a fun month of writing some eerie and silly microfiction stories. As of now, I have been continuing along with the weekly microdosing, answering prompts in which I will provide in another post.

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