Diminufiction
@diminufiction.bsky.social
He/Him. Northern Irish short-form story writer (flash/micro/VSS). Diminutive Fiction: Call me Dimi 😄🫧☘️. Love is Love 🌈
“You want that reprogrammed, you come back here, ya?”
It’s not really a question.
Duke’s nanite ink-work is sublime. I flex my arm. Painless.
Sure, elsewhere could do it. Some even hack it themselves—despite the dangers.
No. Duke’s the only one I trust with my #skin.
#vss365
#writing
#vss
It’s not really a question.
Duke’s nanite ink-work is sublime. I flex my arm. Painless.
Sure, elsewhere could do it. Some even hack it themselves—despite the dangers.
No. Duke’s the only one I trust with my #skin.
#vss365
#writing
#vss
June 15, 2025 at 2:51 AM
“Tidy your room,” Mum had said, “or you’ll be grounded.”
She was crankier recently—more than ever before. Crying at night too.
Grounding was a new threat. Next level stuff.
What would it feel like, to be grounded?
He lay down in the debris: let the carpet consume him.
Imagining.
#quickquill r8
She was crankier recently—more than ever before. Crying at night too.
Grounding was a new threat. Next level stuff.
What would it feel like, to be grounded?
He lay down in the debris: let the carpet consume him.
Imagining.
#quickquill r8
December 14, 2024 at 2:36 AM
“Tidy your room,” Mum had said, “or you’ll be grounded.”
She was crankier recently—more than ever before. Crying at night too.
Grounding was a new threat. Next level stuff.
What would it feel like, to be grounded?
He lay down in the debris: let the carpet consume him.
Imagining.
#quickquill r8
She was crankier recently—more than ever before. Crying at night too.
Grounding was a new threat. Next level stuff.
What would it feel like, to be grounded?
He lay down in the debris: let the carpet consume him.
Imagining.
#quickquill r8
You follow the trail of clothing, to find her in her studio, as you often do on days where the world has been too much of a muchness, her thoughts too wild, her restless spirit in need of canvas & oils.
She is breathless; primal; saturated in colour.
And so, very soon, are you.
#writingprompts
She is breathless; primal; saturated in colour.
And so, very soon, are you.
#writingprompts
November 7, 2024 at 3:50 AM
You follow the trail of clothing, to find her in her studio, as you often do on days where the world has been too much of a muchness, her thoughts too wild, her restless spirit in need of canvas & oils.
She is breathless; primal; saturated in colour.
And so, very soon, are you.
#writingprompts
She is breathless; primal; saturated in colour.
And so, very soon, are you.
#writingprompts