Every day for the past seven days I have written a small fiction online. I think my previous record was nine days, but I may have missed some rotations then. Each one comes in at under 280 characters, the maximum length of a modern tweet. I thought I’d include a few examples here for posterity.
Old hotel bars are anchors in time. A few drinks to weaken your temporarl inhibitions and who knows what past or future patrons you’ll meet.
Oh gosh no, we’re actually the mimic world. We just follow as our shadows do, always thinking that we’re the architects of our own free will.
Physical and psychotherapy are important, even just for the occasional self tune-up; but everyone overlooks thaumotherapy for the same use-case.
You might not be a spellcaster or sorcerer but that doesn’t mean you aren’t full of magic, magic that sometimes needs care too
I’m not sure why “scared of their own shadow” is used as a stand in for ‘timid’. It’s the kind of thing said by people who’ve never seen a shadow open it’s eyes, or deign to speak to you.
Before general anaesthetic spells we just used memory charms post-operation. Many a surgeon wakes from nightmares of restrained patients, screaming in pain, wordlessly gasping for death.
Writing these has made me more interested in the possibility of writing larger fragments, I might try and start doing pieces that border on half a page to a page (standard A4), I could even re-use some of these concepts and flesh them out further. It feels nice to try and be more creative, to write short pieces that friends and family seem to like.