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"Who are we, if not our words? Who are we, if we are not allowed to tell our own stories?"
– Rachel McKibbens

"I thought mermaids had magical singing voices," I said, puzzled.

"I thought humans could leap the length of an orca," the mermaid responded, just as perplexed.

"That's not even physically possible!"

"We were foolish to believe the fairytales we loved..."

"Yeah..."

A long awkward silence followed.

"I can wiggle my ears," I blurted.

"I have venomous barbs," she blurted, simultaneously.

"...Yours is cooler!" we both said.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Writing #TerylsTales #UrbanFantasy #Mermay

I swear I didn’t arrange these pens into a rainbow on purpose. That’s just how they landed when I put them down!

"I thought wizards live in towers?"
"In isolated towers, to keep others safe from their magic experiments, yes."
"But you are a princess."
"I am."
"And you live in an isolated tower."
"You think a princess can only be one thing? A princess can be anything!"
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

"What do we say to the God of Death?"
"You look tired, are you okay? Would you like a cup of tea and a chat?"
"I... Wait, would you say that to the God of Death or me?"
"Well, both. But you are here, so. Fancy a cup?"
"Yes, thank you."
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories

“Which of the station's systems still need improvement?” The coordinator looked around expectantly at the group of assembled specialists.

“Oxygen and carbon cycling, air and water purification, and nutrition," an engineer read from some extensive notes in a well thumbed notepad.

A psychologist cut in, "we also need to consider the effects of being in space for so long.”

“I have a suggestion," said a botanist, a potted strawberry plant in her hands.

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☀️ Star Eaters

It's been over 2000 years since humanity first achieved spaceflight. Since then the children of Sol, now known as Solarans, wander the stars in giant forest spacecraft. But the discovery of an ancient artefact orbiting a dead star could endanger billions of lives. Can the disparate species of the galaxy, still learning how to trust and understand each other, work together to save each other?

🏹 Great Migration

The Altarya people live deep in the forests of the Great Valley, as they always have. Among them, an apprentice shaman named Fal is preparing to complete her rites of ascension. But recently, the summers have been growing warmer, strange, barbarous people have been seen in the Valley, and a vision sends Fal on a journey to learn what the future of her people should be, and how they can survive the changing world.

⚫ Dying of the Light

Qi has no memory of who she is or where she came from. All she knows is that she appears to be the last survivor of an ancient race known as the Solarans. But there are few stars left out in the galaxy, and in the massive ringworlds encircling the black hole, Eliko, a strange religious order is causing unrest. But what do they really want? And is Qi really the last of the Solarans?

🚀 The Helium War (trilogy)

The year is 2404, and humanity now stretches across the Solar System, but not everyone has learned lessons from the past. Capitalism, once almost forgotten, is taking root around Jupiter and Saturn. In the midst of this, Ash only cares about her ship, her crew, and leaving everything behind. But after her friends narrowly escape an act of terrorism, Ash finds herself trying to stop some dangerous individuals whose plan appears to be destabilising the whole System.

Seeing as this poll is getting some votes, I feel like I should drop some actual story synopses in here...

(All of these stories are set in the same fictional universe, incidentally.)

Which story should I be writing?

🚀 Solarpunk/decolonised sci fi with space gardeners, sarcastic cyborgs, and very few straight white cis dudes

⚫ Absurdly far future sci fi set after the Universe no longer has stars and everyone lives in orbit around black holes

🏹 Stonepunk fiction about palaeolithic hunter-gatherers, set when the Persian Gulf was dry and full of forests

☀️ Far future epic solarpunk with non-humanoid aliens, inter-species relationships, and existential threats to the galaxy

in the mood to be a strange, watchful woman who takes up residence at the edge of the village, just where it borders the woods, whose softly scented chimney smoke and flickering blue candle-flames garner her a reputation among the children as a witch; but who, quietly, cures the dream-sickness that hangs over the nearby pool, persuades the fey beings in the copse to return the memories they stole, and who slowly, slowly, gains enough trust to be considered not just a witch, but /their/ witch.

My favorite #writing exercise to learn about a character is to hand them an orange.

How do they peel it? Do they find a knife (do they carry one?), dig their nails into the rind (what do their nails look like?), or split it open with their thumbs? Do they pull the slices out daintily or chomp down on them? How do they act with juice on their fingers? What do they do with the peels? Throw them on the ground, stack them neatly, fretfully pull them into tiny pieces, or chew on the pith? (etc..)

I broke the fifth wall, and now my audience knows that they're fictional too

Saw this in a Solarpunk group and someone said it could be the seed to start an epic saga. I present it here as an offering to the writers: please take it and make a Solarpunk masterpiece.

Your garden begins to bear strange fruit. You find a red gem tangled in the roots of a shrub, a gold coin sprouting from a flowering cactus, a pearl held in the mouth of a flytrap.

You wonder if someone is playing a trick on you, but if they are, nobody owns up. After a time, it becomes normal to find an occasional treasure among your plants.

One night, you dream that your plants whisper in the night. 'She takes such good care of us,' one says. 'It's only fair.'

@InvaderXan

Joining in the chat by posting an excerpt which isn't a reply to someone else's. Share an excerpt from your project that sounds weird without context

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"I think you’re better off keeping your hands to yourself. Besides, Cerean prosthetics are what they all go for. It’s impossible to find out here. Costs even more here around Saturn than it does around Ceres.”

“Oh, what, my Martian hand isn’t good enough for them?”

Ash chuckled, “Pretty sure they’d prefer Amethyst’s eyeballs.”

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