Manic Pixie Dream Witch
@oneinchframe.bsky.social
A sanctuary of beauty in an ugly world.
“Fix your hearts or die.” - Gordon Cole
This too shall pass / So raise your glass
To change and chance / And music is
the heart of love / Shall we dance?
- The Magnetic Fields
#writingprompts #microfiction
“Fix your hearts or die.” - Gordon Cole
This too shall pass / So raise your glass
To change and chance / And music is
the heart of love / Shall we dance?
- The Magnetic Fields
#writingprompts #microfiction
Any minute Christopher Walken on a black horse is gonna burst out of this treetrunk and cut off someone’s head.
November 20, 2025 at 2:14 AM
Any minute Christopher Walken on a black horse is gonna burst out of this treetrunk and cut off someone’s head.
Fabulous! My Grandma went in more for Royal Family commemorative memorabilia (I still have her Charles & Di Wedding spoon!).
I inherited her amber and cameo pendants and her 1920s opera cloak, which all pre-date her grandmother years.
I inherited her amber and cameo pendants and her 1920s opera cloak, which all pre-date her grandmother years.
November 19, 2025 at 2:45 AM
Fabulous! My Grandma went in more for Royal Family commemorative memorabilia (I still have her Charles & Di Wedding spoon!).
I inherited her amber and cameo pendants and her 1920s opera cloak, which all pre-date her grandmother years.
I inherited her amber and cameo pendants and her 1920s opera cloak, which all pre-date her grandmother years.
He stands before the Embassy and calmly explains why he’s about to do this, but his voice dies on the wind. Anyway the guards don’t know his language. The old man is no threat with his loosely-robed stick limbs and baby-bird bald head. Then the flash, the bang, the black smoke blotting out the sky.
November 15, 2025 at 9:16 AM
He stands before the Embassy and calmly explains why he’s about to do this, but his voice dies on the wind. Anyway the guards don’t know his language. The old man is no threat with his loosely-robed stick limbs and baby-bird bald head. Then the flash, the bang, the black smoke blotting out the sky.
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Monk, Tongue, Quiet Sky
November 8, 2025 at 4:06 AM
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Monk, Tongue, Quiet Sky
My gryphon tattoo (a little faded after 25 years), copied from a stone church sculpture I found online.
November 8, 2025 at 12:25 AM
My gryphon tattoo (a little faded after 25 years), copied from a stone church sculpture I found online.
A toad may look upon a princess. He may lick crumbs of cake from her golden plate (mutter and glare all she might), and sleep within her bedchamber, yea and even squat upon her gold silk coverlet, if the King says so. We made a pact, your Majesty, you and I. Now here I am for the love you promised.
November 6, 2025 at 7:22 AM
A toad may look upon a princess. He may lick crumbs of cake from her golden plate (mutter and glare all she might), and sleep within her bedchamber, yea and even squat upon her gold silk coverlet, if the King says so. We made a pact, your Majesty, you and I. Now here I am for the love you promised.
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Birthday Cake, Majestic Magic, Toad
November 6, 2025 at 2:10 AM
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Birthday Cake, Majestic Magic, Toad
“I used to be ‘with it.’ Then they changed what ‘it’ was. Now what I’m with isn’t ‘it.’ And what’s ‘it’ feels weird and scary to me. It’ll happen to you.”
- Grampa Simpson
- Grampa Simpson
November 4, 2025 at 11:14 PM
“I used to be ‘with it.’ Then they changed what ‘it’ was. Now what I’m with isn’t ‘it.’ And what’s ‘it’ feels weird and scary to me. It’ll happen to you.”
- Grampa Simpson
- Grampa Simpson
“I used to be ‘with it.’ Then they changed what ‘it’ was. Now what I’m with isn’t ‘it.’ And what’s ‘it’ feels weird and scary to me. It’ll happen to you.”
- Grampa Simpson
- Grampa Simpson
November 4, 2025 at 11:12 PM
“I used to be ‘with it.’ Then they changed what ‘it’ was. Now what I’m with isn’t ‘it.’ And what’s ‘it’ feels weird and scary to me. It’ll happen to you.”
- Grampa Simpson
- Grampa Simpson
Thanks to @baddestmamajama.bsky.social for indirectly giving me the idea for this piece:
November 3, 2025 at 9:44 AM
Thanks to @baddestmamajama.bsky.social for indirectly giving me the idea for this piece:
My parents and our pastor are waiting when I get home from school. Mom’s been crying and won’t look at me. Father Jeff says Ruth, we know about Evie. This is how I find out my parents hacked my phone to read my texts, and how my parents find out I’m gay. The end of my world, but also its beginning.
November 3, 2025 at 9:39 AM
My parents and our pastor are waiting when I get home from school. Mom’s been crying and won’t look at me. Father Jeff says Ruth, we know about Evie. This is how I find out my parents hacked my phone to read my texts, and how my parents find out I’m gay. The end of my world, but also its beginning.
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Pretty Lady, Sinful, New Hope Half
November 3, 2025 at 8:36 AM
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Pretty Lady, Sinful, New Hope Half
One chants out between two worlds …
November 3, 2025 at 1:10 AM
One chants out between two worlds …
At my housewarming she gave me a small potted plant and a book on balcony gardening, saying, This is a great starter plant and you need to learn how to grow food NOW, trust me. Back then I laughed it off but now, living on alfalfa, I say a prayer for her and hope she’s doing okay, wherever she is.
November 2, 2025 at 9:19 AM
At my housewarming she gave me a small potted plant and a book on balcony gardening, saying, This is a great starter plant and you need to learn how to grow food NOW, trust me. Back then I laughed it off but now, living on alfalfa, I say a prayer for her and hope she’s doing okay, wherever she is.
You know it, honey! 🖤
October 31, 2025 at 2:37 AM
You know it, honey! 🖤
This Halloween I’m Hermit Bob from The Dead Don’t Die. He’s the only character to survive because he stays the hell away from everyone.
October 31, 2025 at 12:19 AM
This Halloween I’m Hermit Bob from The Dead Don’t Die. He’s the only character to survive because he stays the hell away from everyone.
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Hearty Hosta, Baby Motive, Foresight
October 27, 2025 at 8:59 AM
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Hearty Hosta, Baby Motive, Foresight
All those annoying people who told me to go outside and touch grass were absolutely right and that’s SO ANNOYING.
October 16, 2025 at 11:23 PM
All those annoying people who told me to go outside and touch grass were absolutely right and that’s SO ANNOYING.
She’s alone, reading Chaucer. I tell the bartender to refresh the lady’s glass of umeshi. She glances up, smiles, and comes over. Arigatou she says. Kanpai I reply, You’re not a regular here. My husband’s in Tokyo for work she says. Just then In the Mood starts on the radio. I stand. Care to dance?
October 16, 2025 at 11:19 PM
She’s alone, reading Chaucer. I tell the bartender to refresh the lady’s glass of umeshi. She glances up, smiles, and comes over. Arigatou she says. Kanpai I reply, You’re not a regular here. My husband’s in Tokyo for work she says. Just then In the Mood starts on the radio. I stand. Care to dance?
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Wild Plum, Sea Change, Miller Mood
October 14, 2025 at 2:26 AM
#CreativeWriting exercise: use the swatch colour names (words or just concepts if preferred) to write a 300-character #microfiction piece. Feel free to share your own pieces below! Today’s words: Wild Plum, Sea Change, Miller Mood
The grass and sky are so bright they hurt my eyes after my dark cell. I can barely walk but the wardens push and jostle me to the scaffold. They ask if I have any final words. I start singing the French song that started my troubles. The priest makes the sign of the cross, gives the signal and then
October 13, 2025 at 11:02 AM
The grass and sky are so bright they hurt my eyes after my dark cell. I can barely walk but the wardens push and jostle me to the scaffold. They ask if I have any final words. I start singing the French song that started my troubles. The priest makes the sign of the cross, gives the signal and then