Blobskin's Macro/Micro Flash Fics

Version: 1.01

Steve sat in his chair peacefully reading a book. A warm fire crackled next to him and Lowen, his pet wolf, snoozed on the red carpet. Outside the window a full moon cast a faint glow over a grassy landscape. Even though ominous shapes scurried and lumbered in the darkness, the house remained quiet.

That is until the walls unexpectedly shook and streams of dust drifted down into the man's eyes. He sneezed in response, waking Lowen who yipped as his ears perked. A rumbling voice, distinctively feminine in nature, echoed through the wall.

"Steve? Are you asleep?"

Steve rolled his eyes, slipped a bookmark into his place, and patted Lowen assuringly as he made his way through a door on the other side of the room. Moments later Steve had navigated his way to the stable of the base. Nothing too special. Cows and pigs waddled around sniffing at mud. A chicken pen that could use some cleaning. Not to mention the multitude of fluffy sheep who refused to quiet down for more than five seconds. Steve was tempted to bust out the old shears and shave the whole flock right then and there.

Yet another door waited past the pens and, as Steve opened it, the ground vibrated again. The room was huge and from the ceiling hung dozens of glowstone lamps set at regular intervals. The distant walls were almost a hundred meters across and the floor was bare dirt. There were no cages, or fences, or walkways. His giant horse, a mare named Aegis Gem, called this room her home.

"Steve!" she singsonged, her voice deafeningly loud.

The man looked up at the 30 meters of equine in front of him and sighed. "Yes Gem, what is it?"

"Can I go out and play?"

Steve scratched the back of his head. "Gem, I don't want to spend tomorrow filling in all the craters."

"But you get tons of bones and arrows," she whined childishly. Her tail flicking back and forth sounded like a flag waving in a monstrous breeze.

Steve looked up at her huge pout and puppy-dog eyes. "Oh alright. But try to keep the craters... to a minimum," he relented.

"Yeah!!" she cheered, the gust of air knocking Steve off his feet. Then she did a quick prance around her room, cracking the ground and making the house quake.

Steve chuckled to himself and moved in the direction of the front gate towards a single uninteresting stone button. He pressed it before stepping back as the huge mare flashed a toothy grin and waited for the iron doors to open. Ten seconds later, Steve could feel the tremors powering through his legs and hear the sound of monsters being crushed under several tons of hoof.

"Gem, are you sure you're not part cat?" Steve thought aloud with amusement.