Story Time, Volume 22
This week's Daily Micro Fiction stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
I stared past the lip of the steep cliff; something deep within compelled me to gaze into the abyss. Yet I hesitated.
A squawk, followed by a sharp peck from behind, sent me flying over the edge. On a hunch, I unfurled my wings.
Parents can be so pushy.
"It's not without risk."
He swallowed it.
Soon, the background force he'd unconsciously felt weighing on him his entire life, lifted. The heels of his shoes began to rise, like gravity had lost its hold on him.
Side effects be damned, he thought. Flight was worth it.
The robotic finger reached out and flipped the final switch.
Deep below the surface, West Texas Crude, sitting idle since the blackouts, began to flow. Up it went, into a waiting truck.
There was no driver.
The truck pulled away, and the next pulled up.
Each light in a constellation has traveled for thousands, million, billions of years. A journey through an infinite cosmos brought it here - to tell you that, as a Sagittarius, you should avoid oat milk tomorrow.
The string flies through the doll’s fingers, twisting around the crochet hook in complex knots. Loop by loop, she fixes the damage.
On the other end of the string, her foot slowly unravels.
The dominatrix locked the clasps around each wrist; that's when the questions began.
"Are these restraints rated for the right weight?"
"I can still see out of this blindfold."
"This collar could be a size tighter."
She made a mental note: for engineers, start with the gag.