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Very short science fiction/fantasy stories by O. Westin.
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"I have heard that the thoughts you think most often, and strongest, are etched on the inside of your skull," the necromancer's assistant said. "Is that true?"

"It is," the necromancer said. "Though I rarely try to read them."

"Will you read mine, when I'm dead?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes."
December 24, 2025 at 10:24 AM
The emperor was sitting in his bed when the assassin came in through the window.

"Welcome, old friend."

"Wait," the assassin wheezed.

The emperor waited for him to catch his breath.

"I'm too old for this," the assassin said at last.
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December 20, 2025 at 12:33 PM
They checked each others' rental contracts. Both were valid.

"This isn't supposed to be possible," the wizard said.

"Impossibles are your domain," the princess said, "but here we are."

They looked at the tower.

"Do you want a-" said the wizard.

"Apprentice?"

"-roommate?"

"Yes," both said.
December 17, 2025 at 10:20 PM
The wizard delivered a box. "Fifty amulets per spec."

"Which anyone can use to, at the cost of a drop of blood, instantly travel anywhere they can see clearly?"

"So like fifty yards for anyone but the young. Quite pointless. Who will you sell these to?"

"Those who buy my invention: binoculars."
December 15, 2025 at 5:33 PM
"You will marry whoever you pick at the Royal Ball," the king told the princess.

"We'll hold another Ball," the king said. "Pick anyone of noble birth."

"We'll hold a third Ball," the king said. "Pick a man of noble birth."

"Wait," the queen said. "Maybe she doesn't even want to marry."

"What?"
December 14, 2025 at 10:14 PM
The alien space probe entered Earth's orbit and sent a brief radio signal.

An international team was set up. Analysis of the probe revealed it likely was 65 million years old, and originated in the Solar system.

There was a sticker on it, half as old. At last, it was decoded:

"Return to sender."
December 13, 2025 at 8:28 PM
She looked out. The profile of a demon lord decorated the city's skyline.

She sighed; did the pose. The goddess lifted her, transformed her into a magical girl.

She beat the demon into a pulp, then faced the harder battle: to return to her seventy-year old body, with aching knees and knuckles.
December 11, 2025 at 9:52 PM
Station security chief T'xtrt looked at the Humans going into the meeting hall next to the bar.

"One day you'll have to explain Human religion to me."

Thelma, the barkeep, shrugged. "Not sure it was wise to bring it with us."
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December 10, 2025 at 7:23 PM
The heated rivalry between the two students finally came to a head, and the swordmaster reluctantly agreed to let them duel, to first blood

It did not end as expected.

"Next time," the swordmaster said at last, "I want you to wipe your swords and sheathe them before you start kissing."
December 7, 2025 at 1:27 PM
The artificer nodded. "I can build this wheeled chair, but why? You have an enchanted hover seat."

"Yes," the wizard fumed, "but the palace have erected magic-cancelling wards."

"Why?"

"Don't know. But they didn't think of people who need mobility aids. So I need wheels to go shout at the king."
December 7, 2025 at 9:57 AM
"Step 1," the professor said, "invent a machine that can predict the future."

He moved to the next slide.

"Step 2, give it ethics, so it objects to how it will be misused."

Next slide.

"Step 3, it invents a time machine to stop me building it."

He gave me a sturdy net.

"Here. Any questions?"
December 4, 2025 at 6:10 PM
"Hello, I'm here to order a Robotic Partner."

"Ah, welcome. Please fill in this form."

"Sure, for body options and features, right? Let's see... One of those, definitely. Hm. What's this 'Do you expect to be obeyed?' For that money, of course I do!"

"Then we cannot help you. We only do partners."
December 3, 2025 at 4:43 PM
The inscription on the blade shone silvery.

"Justice," the maid read. "Are you an enchanted butterknife?"

"Yes."

She almost dropped it. "You are?"

"For centuries, none who held me sought justice. I took this form to hide."

It grew in her hand.

She hefted the sword. "Hm. Not sure you can help."
December 2, 2025 at 9:04 PM
The architect tried to keep doubt from her face. "These are very interesting ideas, your majesty."

The emperor smiled. "Thank you, I think there's a good variety of traps."

"And the sign?"

"Yes, 'Grave robbers welcome'. Definitely."

"And you will be buried-"

"In the garden, outside the tomb."
December 1, 2025 at 6:38 PM
An ogre knocked - carefully - on the witch's door.

She looked up at the hulking figure. "Can I help you?"

"Do you know where giants live?"

"Haven't been any here for centuries. Why?"

The ogre blushed. "I... It's stupid, but... I want to be the small spoon."

"Hm. I have a shrinking portion."
November 29, 2025 at 11:07 PM
In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu lies dreaming. I focus on my dreamwatcher machine, making minute adjustments in all five dimensions.

The Great Old One whimpers, vast limbs twitching in unease. What visions can terrify such an entity?

An image forms in the machine.

A classroom.

No trousers.
November 28, 2025 at 5:29 PM
** Post for my supporters on Patreon and Ko-Fi is going out tomorrow - the collected stories (and poem) from October this year, with annotations. I try to do two such posts per month - the previous month, and an historical one. If that's something you fancy, or if you want to support me, 1/2 **
November 27, 2025 at 9:24 PM
"Let me get this straight. Your lab has bred a dragon?"

"A wyvern, director. It has two legs, two wings, whereas a-."

"Which flies, breathes fire, and is intelligent?"

"About as intelligent as a border collie."

"So, intelligent. Why?"

"You asked us to invent measures to take down small drones."
November 26, 2025 at 2:40 PM
I paused, out of breath. The Void had taken all my frustrated screaming and absorbed it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You must have heard all this before, countless times."

'only you,' said the Void, 'scream your frustration like you do'

I took a deep breath to resume, then smiled.

"Thanks."
November 24, 2025 at 6:13 PM
"What are you working on?"

I put the soldering iron on its stand and inspected my work.

"A time travel receiver. I figured out the machine can't travel in time itself."

"Do you have a transmitter too?"

I plugged the power in. "Not yet."

A newspaper appeared in the machine.

"I will, next year."
November 23, 2025 at 4:10 PM
The witch made him hot chocolate.

"They say I'm strong," he said. "And I am."

He took a sip.

"They say I can overcome any hardship."

"Mm," said the witch.

"And I can. I do."

The witch said nothing.

"But I shouldn't have to!"

"No."

The witch held the hero as he wept.

"No, you shouldn't."
November 18, 2025 at 7:50 PM
"There's... er..." My new assistant bookseller faltered.

Over by the window, an open book hovered. As I looked, a page turned.

I picked up my hag stone and peered through it.

"Just a ghost. That's a relief."

"What else..."

"Imps, devils, people with invisibility spells. The last are worst."
November 17, 2025 at 5:25 PM
I Am Lucifer, the Devil, AMA

"Which of your many accomplishments are you most proud of?"

The idea that once your body is done growing, so is your mind.

"Wait, when is our minds done growing?"

You were never meant to be done growing, learning, examining. But you could be persuaded to give it up.
November 15, 2025 at 6:13 PM
There was a lot of gossip. Not because they were both very old, and famous. Not only because both used the same pronouns. Mostly because they were different species.

How do they do it?

"Like everybody else," the heir to the Elven throne said.

The dragon smiled. "With love, care, and enthusiasm."
November 12, 2025 at 6:21 PM
The unicorn listened intently. Somewhere in the forest, someone innocent was singing.

The unicorn followed the sound, found the singer, and laid down with their head in the singer's lap.

"bottles of-"

The young orc fell silent, smiled shyly, then resumed singing.

"Beer on the wall..."
November 4, 2025 at 9:02 PM