The Batch of Micro-Fiction #43
Micro-fiction contributions from all around Substack!
Hi! Welcome to another edition of the Batch!
We didn’t have a standard batch for some time, so the stories here are from diferent days in the last month, not just this week.
I’ve been in a bit of a creative slump not feeling well about Substack, my writing and everything. So I decided to share as many writers as I could today, to remind myself how MASSIVE this Micro-Dosing community has become.
Thank you so much for writing with me everyone. If you’re not included here, please don’t think it’s because I didn’t like your story, it’s likely that I just missed it in the amount of stories shared.
Now let’s write about SENIORS and then let’s enjoy the stories of your fellow writers! :)
Our prompt for today is SENIOR
Write a story in 100 words!
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Granny Bernadette always made the kids laugh. She spilled crazy tales about her faithful black cat and fables about her tiny hut above the village.
Today, she finished on a high note, her eyes covered in a milky haze, bright with excitement. She told the awestruck children about some lordling she had turned into a frog.
With bellies shaking with laughter, the kids went to sleep, and Bernadette’s eyes turned from sparkly to gloomy.
“After that, they came. Forks and torches in hand, pyres ready…” she looked at me and winked, “but they never caught me.”
I’ll start with the prompt Grief that brought out some HEAVY hitters. With
Let’s then hide from the grief! With
Then let’s scratch some itches. With
Spring is here and that brings out the mists!
Let’s play a game! With
Then let’s count what we have with
Then we chill by the fire of the hearth with
Shine up some brightness! with
And let’s get scared a bit with the stories on fear
And last but not least let’s take an academy semester
Thank you all for joining in on this adventure!
Have a great rest of the weekend!
~Miguel
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God, I feel old.
You are.
I am exhausted. And so tired of this place.
Did you see that creep staring at you in ceramics?
And don’t get me started on the food.
They treat us like children.
Feels like I’ve been here forever.
It’s only been four years.
Hard to believe. It’s inhuman how society treats people our age.
Senior! Still doesn’t feel like they’re talking to me when somebody calls me that.
What’s really scary is thinking about what comes after this.
You’re ready. Been preparing your whole life.
But what if college just isn’t for me?
THANK YOU for including my hearth story. It is so much appreciated. There are many great writers featured in this publication.
100mg - Senior
The sun rose over the football field, where rows of chairs faced the stage.
I sat among them, cap tight, heart racing, tears forming.
A senior—for one final day.
Laughter echoed, cameras flashed, but everything felt like slow motion.
Names were called, tassels turned, and just like that, it ended.
Childhood, wrapped in school bells and cafeteria lunches, faded into memory.
As we tossed our caps, the sky seemed to open wide with possibility.
I wasn’t just leaving high school—I was stepping into a future unwritten.
The world felt big.
Scary.
Exciting.
Beautiful.
And I was finally ready to begin.