I Can't Possibly Be Wrong All the Time

Okay, this post is mostly just for me.

Some time ago, I was introduced to the concept of flash-fiction or microstories. For purposes of this post, a Micro Story is something that kind of tells the essence of a story on a tweet, or rather in 140 characters. Since I think it’s important to tag a Micro Story and not have friends and family think I’ve lost my mind, I tag any Micro Story tweet with the #MicroStory hashtag.

I tweet them, and through the magic of Twitter’s interaction with other social media, it gets cross-posted to Facebook. People seem to like them, and that makes me happy. But they’re hard to go back and read.

So…, I decided to collect a month’s worth of my #MicroStory tweets and post them to my blog. So now you know.

I was inspired by a particular Twitter feed, @MicroSFF for great short Science Fiction and Fantasy flash-fiction tweets. Most of mine have that bent. I’ll invoke Sturgeon’s Law that 90% of everything is crap (particularly in Science Fiction) and so I am aware that most of this is crap. But I’m keeping it around to remind me of that.

Luckily, I don’t pretend that I’m a writer. But I do occasionally write.

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“Get in the box, Schrodinger.”

The cat thumbed the safety off of the glock. “Get. In. The. Box.”#SaturdaySciFiMicroStory

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– We have the fuel to get him there, but plus payload, not for a return.
– Well, I’d rather he not be my son-in-law.
#LunchtimeMicroSFStory

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He clenched his fangs in frustration. The count disliked failure.
“You prefer women?”
“I prefer my husband,” she replied

#SaturdayMicroStory

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Captain, we’ve observed giant slugs in the American stadiums, playing football.
The rest of the slugs are playing soccer.
#SciFiMicroStory

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He ached with longing at the sound of the soft singing. But the tunnels must be clear of elves. The orc readied his axe, crying. #MicroStory

The orc’s song was deep, matching his drum beat. In the light of the fire, his tear shone. The elf put her arrow aside. #MicroStory

The chieftain shook his head slowly. “Well we orcs know the war songs of the elves. Their songs of peace are more terrible.” #MicroStory

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We can both make it, but it’ll take all our ammo.

-I’m out Captain. When I took out that mutant.

Okay. One of us can make it.

#MicroStory

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The Fifth Law of Robotics is Do Not Talk About the Fourth Law. (The Fourth Law is Do Not Talk About Robot Fight Club.)
#MicroStory

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“I’m the original, and you’re the copy,” it said.
“How you can be so sure?”
“Because I can feel my soul.”
I couldn’t feel mine.
#MicroStory

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The cat caught two shoggoths under the bed. It was clear that the human had been dreaming wrong dreams. No more sleep for him. #MicroStory

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“But, they can see we’re adrift! Why are they arming weapons?”

The captain cursed the new Academy.

“*Because* we’re adrift.”

#MicroStory

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“Sir, the blood test proves it. Jones is the alien.”
“Our cook?”
“I’ll alert security.”
“It’ll wait, XO. Tonight’s Taco Night.”
#MicroStory

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“Guaranteed, you’ll have a brand new personality.”
“I won’t remember ‘previous me’?”
“You won’t.”
“But I’ve done this twice.”
#MicroStory

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The Templars were the most infamous of fighters. They’d cripple instead of kill, forfeiting a match’s prize.
Until last night.
#MicroStory

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The summit was doomed as the humans could not stop touching the alien diplomats’ faces.

Their resemblance to pugs was cited. #MicroStory

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