First Microdosing of 2025!
Prompt: Cloudless Sky
Hey! Welcome back to your least destructive addiction. I’m so stoked to be back as your daily dealer of fiction, but before we get into the first Microdose there are some changes happening in 2025 so let’s get into those first.
Microdosing is a separate section of the Fiction Dealer now. This means that if you’re overwhelmed by the daily posting you can opt-out of the daily Microdosing emails. And only receive my longer fiction and the weekly recaps! Those who enjoy reading my stuff everyday—thank you, nothing changes for you :)
There is a slight change to the schedule of Microdosing. I will now keep Sundays post-free (most of the time) to give myself some time to work on other writing related stuff. This means we will have prompts Monday to Friday and Batches on Saturday (which will now include a prompt again) and Sundays will be rest days (and for me novel writing days)
Our prompt for today is Cloudless Sky!
Write a story in 70 words!
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The blues of the cloudless sky reflected in Clementine’s eyes—it felt like an insult.
Why wasn’t the sky crimson, like the blood-soaked dirt beneath his knees? Why didn’t the clouds catch the souls of those scattered around him? How could it be so bright on the day that was so dark?
The last drops of blood escaped through Clementine’s fingers. What a beautiful day for vultures—was Clementine’s last thought.
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Libby sat among friends in the café in rainy Cabo dolefully bemoaning their fate. “One day of cloudless sky, is that too much to ask for a whole spring break?”
“Girl, somewhere there’s a farmer with a mortgage sitting on a tractor looking up at pure blue with despair.”
“We’re not in Kansas anymore,” spat Libby to a round of guffaws, unironically shoveling in her kale salad, thinking she slayed.
The sky had never seemed clearer, bluer, freer, as it did when Gracie stepped outside for the first time after signing the papers.
“You’ll never find someone else like me,” Michael had sneered during their last phone call.
“Is that a promise?” Gracie had laughed before hanging up.
Now the cloudless sky seemed a fulfillment of that promise. Gracie laughed and threw her arms wide open, soaking up the sunlight.