Tuesday Fiction on Twitter
It's a hashtag. I "took it over" in 2021 with a couple other writing conspirators from World Anvil. We share something from our worlds each week on Tuesday. I have been using it as a deadline to drive my process of writing, editing, and touching up layout for one flash fiction story a week. Some of these stories will only be available for a week so check them out as they come out! To get access to past stories, Join my Patreon.
You can view submissions from other writers on Twitter by following the TuesdayFiction account.
June 28th 2023
June 13th 2023
May 22nd 2023
May 9th 2023
Calendula and Cats
An oppressive feeling had fallen over the forest. The uneasiness could have been easy to brush away to someone going about their busy day. But that underlying anxiety made daily tasks harder. Something pulled from the corners, stoking need in everything.
Apr 25th 2023
A Visit to the Wildlands
A battle swirled above the trees. Dark creatures flapped their wings and slashed with long claws as they spiraled around my cousin. Her disheveled hair tangled tighter as she dodged and spun. Her notes about the fortress layout were crisp in my hands.
Apr 19th 2023
Appointment with an Old Enemy
Sanem's heart raced as she hurried down the ladder to her grandmother's bed. She had never heard her call out like that at night before. Her grandmother's resolve and resilience seemed limitless. But her call shook Sanem.
Apr 5th 2023
A Very Ancient Colossus
The winds whipped up the sand. Each grain ground until there was no moisture left. The sandy hordes lifted up into the air blocked the fire of the sun and constantly shifted the earth under foot.
Mar 28th 2023
Person Followed by an Invisible Thing
Etched into the leg of the prep table in the kitchen was the most beautiful symbol. It wouldn't peal off. It couldn't be copied. However, the saw could go through the wood above and below the rune.
Mar 21st 2023
The Daughter of Death
The hum of the village carried the Mayor through the morning. When it all went silent, the Mayor ran out into the street.
Mar 14th 2023
Determinism and Prophecy
Fallen Leif felt the nervousness of the breeze. The trees, once quiet and dormant, stirred and quaked. Thunder crackled in the sky.
Mar 7th 2023
Lavani arranged the garden in a harmonious flow of colors with the green foliage of parsley followed by the golden yellow of the calendula. The growing patch of catnip with purple flowers was next—the sage at the end with very periwinkle-colored flowers.
Feb 28th 2023
Dream of Ancient Castle Stairs
The odious smell of the king wafted down the hall. His voice reminded Clara of every rejection and loss her family suffered. She moved to close the door. Her dread heightened as the Cardinal's gaze settled on her as he and the king walked past.
Feb 21st 2023
Dreams of Flying over City
Signal slipped under her sister's arm. Tell me the story again. I want to have dreams tonight of flying over the city.
Feb 14th 2023
Powers of Darkness
Had to be madness, a demon breaking our bonds, reaching out to all. The great wrym saw it, a tenacious desire, consuming nature. Lift your feet above, mists that take apart your will, let its hunger fade.
Feb 7th 2023
Return of Spirit
Hold my hand, Gift. Reach out together. The ethereal weight on your shoulders is not your burden to shoulder. The world no longer seems real but I am here, a part of you, and I am real.
Jan 31st 2023
Yvette and Jacques worked at their father's bakery. Yvette was a writer. Jacques was a painter. Their father had them work their talents as much as baking. They weren't from this region and father's stories of other places made them dream of travel.
Jan 24th 2023
Slice of Life Micro Fiction in Montsilt - Artie sat on a stool at the bar where his dad was serving drinks. Hey Pop. It's another busy night.
Jan 17th 2023
The fifty-foot tall oak tree blocked the front door to the town hall. The tree had a five foot diameter and had claimed its place several weeks ago. A new mayor came with the tree.
Jan 10th 2023
Wil and Airy sat at their desks writing words over and over. The ink dripped from their quills and followed the indents they made on the page with their thoughts.
Jan 3rd 2023
Clop, clop, clop. The cane made that noise relentlessly as Hanna walked down the street. It was sharp and loud compared to the sound it had made on the farm.
Dec 27th 2022
A mineral compound composed mostly of feldspar and basalt with a varying quantity of moonstone and bloodstone.
Dec 20th 2022
The Anhult Rise stands two hundred meters straight up on the far eastern edge of the K'hala Swamps and Anhult Woodlands.
Dec 13th 2022
Library and training facility maintained by the wizard Nathan Avast in Etonia.
Dec 6th 2022
The town hall's watchtower stands tall in the back keeping the people and fields safe. Walking through the town, hammers clang and kitchens hum. The horses neigh in the stables and people come and go.
Nov 30th 2022
I took a break!
Nov 23rd 2022
River Bend's Lost
In brazen dark pine I absolve the dsypathy, malignant, and craven forces that took my Gift. I'm ready to explode but the strategic path fits the equation. Weird fireflies escape boundaries along a threadbare spine, they tell me my prey is baked into time
Nov 16th 2022
River Bend's Storm
A shiver rippled up the Shaman's spine as he released the energy of the land. The thorned vines he called from the ground withered around him.
Nov 9th 2022
River Bend's Book
The Shaman pulled a book from his satchel. The holes in the worn leather cover exposed birch bark pages marked with patterns .
Nov 2nd 2022
Recent events prompted a moment of reflection. The meeting table had become a chaotic scene. Papers, dirty plates, half-filled glassware, leftovers, and three cats covered the table—the comforting remnants of nearby friends and companions.
Oct 25th 2022
Start of the Travel Log
For what had to be the hundredth time he grasped the stick tight in his left hand and spoke the words taught to him. Tiny tendrils reached up from the stick, attaching to his hand. He let his mind wander to a reflection he deposited long ago.
Oct 18th 2022
Crystal of Eylium
The flying city had something unique at its core that the Queen desired. A giant crystal in the depths that powered its mechanisms. It also focused its people's energy and had made them a difficult foe.
Oct 11th 2022
At the tunnel entrance, there was a statue of an egg, taller than both of Kibber and Verin combined. The egg had a carved dragon wrapped around it with an engraving on the base. The carved words had faded with time, but the hard outlines remained.
Oct 4th 2022
A fine mist filled the air. A staircase carved from the stone twisted down onto the floor of the cavern. A crystal in the ceiling cast light down on the floor. Grass, trees, and life flourished down here.
Sept 27th 2022
Submission to World Anvil "On the Shoulder of Giants" Writing Challenge
Echoes of the Past
In the forest, we had traditions that had protected us for generations, but they have started to fail. The Great Wyrm protected us in the past, and we hope to have found safety with him again here with your arrival.
Sept 20th 2022
"Grandma, let's keep moving. We need to check on Grandma Fusun and Grandma Hazan. Plus get to market and then pick up your herbs." Sanem hurried her grandmother down the street.
Sept 13th 2022
Grandma Nuray sat in the dirt of her garden, welcoming her company. The tomatoes had grown tall on wooden frames. Chives, oregano, and catnip were spaced along the base of the tomatoes.
Sept 6th 2022
The gates stood open. Some of the buildings were unstable and crumbling. The cold of the expanse had overtaken the city, nothing was growing. The structures stood as a monument to a different time.
August 30th 2022
More About Kibber
Perhaps I was always an explorer. But, looking back, I thought I was a cook, and that was all I needed to be or would be.
August 23rd 2022
Do you have primrose in your recipe book? It can find and open portals.
August 16th 2022
Libraries of the Eylium Court
A winding path traveled down an enormous hall, the Spring Library had that. Trees in alcoves every thirty feet, it had those too. There were Storytellers standing by the trees!
August 9th 2022
The Hunter emerged from the icy portal. The shear cliffs of the portal gave way to an slick incline. This used to be a pool, filled with water. He paused to put his air bag into a pouch on his belt - no longer needed. He rested for moment on his rope.