The First Batch of 2025!
Micro-fiction contributions from all around Substack!
Hey there! Welcome to the First Batch of 2025! This week’s participation was insane. And I mean INSANE!!!
83 UNIQUE writers have Microdosed fiction this week. That’s nearly a double of the last biggest Batch in October. With most of the people writing 2-3 stories that gets at around 200 micros just from this week. Well done everone I’m so proud of the Fiction Cartel❤️
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Let’s start with a little story from me and then get on with it.
Our prompt for today is BUNDLE
Write a story in 90 words!
To join in on the challenge, leave a comment or restack the story with your own!
A bundle appeared on a doorstep, followed by a faint cry piercing the freezing night. Two good people found it back then and gave the little one inside a life.
I couldn’t understand why I was left there on the cold ground like a bag of trash. Who would’ve done something like this?
Decades later, and decades in the past at the same time. With the time machine ticking away on my wrist and a bundle in my arms. The understanding burned in my chest.
Place myself there or cease to exist.
If you only get the posts from the main publication of the Fiction Dealer all of the titles are linked to my stories, you can go check them out!
Cloudless Sky
Stories without a cloud in the sky came from
Miracle
Miraclous stories were presented by
Paranormal
Flickering lights, shapes and shadows were written by
Promise
Promises kept or broken were given tous by
Glow
Stories full of light and yet dark came from
Love - The prompt that started Microdosing
and the last but not least, the anniversary stories about love from
andThank you all for joining in on this adventure!
Special thanks to the paid subscribers of The Fiction Dealer who support the publication financially.
Have a great rest of the weekend!
~Miguel
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A cup of coffee also keeps the creative juices running here in the lab!
The old woman was desperate to sit down on the subway, but an ominous-looking man in dark sunglasses, a hood and mask wasn’t about to move the bundle he had placed on the only empty seat. What could be in the package? A bomb flashed through her mind. Is everything now a threat? She looked around. All her fellow travelers were too caught up in their own lives to even notice. Two stops later, she left the train. There was nothing on the news that night.
Papers tied in red ribbons.
“Red tape.” He sighed. The bundle before him carried the weight of his world—his future tied up in legal requirements. All for the little property with the cottage.
“Next.”
He stepped up to the counter, handing over the pile. The officer cocked an eyebrow, rubber-thumbing through the pages. She looked him dead in the eyes, reaching for the stamp.
His breath hitched. The stamp came down.
“Approved.”
“It’s mine?”
She nodded, a small smile breaking the tension.