Congratulations to the winners and big hugs and kisses to Kimmi and company for making it happen. I wish I was some sort as clever as all those who entered.

I've had a fairly thin year with only four micros:
The Library Rules (RR)
Lady Mountjoy's Journal
In The Name Of The Cause
Her Rite Of Passage
Parallel Lines (RR)
and one comp poem:
What I've Kept For Myself (RR)
Altogether, about 15 minutes worth of reading.
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edited because I forgot about the colab micro with Daphne, aka Vampire_vixen
They are there for a reason... sometimes more than one
MicrofictionRoast goose; German rotkohl; candied parsnips; brandied apples with raisons; Parker House rolls; Danish rice pudding with black cherry sauce.
This was not for me, but a contribution to a holiday supper for LBGQ students who can't, for whatever reason, be home of the holidays.
I had a simple omelet.
Has anyone seen my library card? I'm going to be in so much trouble, if I lost it again. They're very strict when it comes to
The Library Rules
They are there for a reason... sometimes more than one
Microfictionbut who's counting?
April 10th: a wager well won
MicrofictionQuote by Chet_Morton
We can sort our Media albums by Most Commented, Most Liked, and Most Viewed, and I've wondered about doing that for our stories as well... but my programming experience is primarily Commodore Basic so I won't speculate on the feasibility of making it a feature.
Basic listing has always been available. Open your Stories, click Search, and the Sort By drop-down. It is a manual job after that. A simple CVS as described above would be far easier. That said, I haven't the sort of numbers that would warrant using it, though it would be useful for some of the big kids here.
Hiya peoples
A little Microfiction pimp for a friend, if I may, since it dropped off the Banner in less than a day:
Slut of the Water by Vampire_vixen
The warrior, leather-clad and lean, kneels in the shallows, her eyes blazing strength and fury. Mist curls off the lake like breath from an ancient dream. Lady-Lake rises from the water, her gown a moonlight illusion. She holds a shimmering sword, humming with forgotten names. Walking water, she approaches, sword proffered. “Your prize,” she promises, “if champion against my conquest.” Reaching out, the knight is taken, e...
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