It’s a brand new month, so I dragged a virtual rake through my Facebook account and fetched all of my flash-fiction that I had posted during September. As a reminder, these represent story-essences composed in 140 characters (so I could tweet them with the hashtag #MicroStory.)
For really great #MicroStory action, please follow @MicroSFF, the twitter account that inspired me to participate in this minimalist writing exercise.
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The wizards took the defeated soldiers who could read and hung them.
The remaining were taught to read. And sent home.
#MicroStory
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You’d think a shopping mall would be the perfect place to hide out during a zombie apocalypse. So did everyone else. EVERYONE.
#MicroStory
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We counted our bullets.
“That one protects women and children,” Lao said.
I looked at the statue.
“And men?”
“Men protect men.”
#MicroStory
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“We can expose the replicants with facts outside basic education. Ask about the Beatles or the Ramones.”
“The who?”
“Right!”
#MicroStory
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“So, man vs. machine,” I asked.
“The download of my mind to yours is complete,” he replied.
I chose the pawn in his right claw.
#MicroStory
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“This is your vampire face, dad. You look young cuz vampires are young.”
I put down her drawing and fetched my stakes.
My twin.
#MicroStory.
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“Elves no longer can have children, that is our weapon. The death of 99 orcs is nothing if one elf dies!”
“99 might not agree.”
#MicroStory
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But the trees heard her cry, and granted her wish.
– But trees have no ears.
Look, who’s telling this story?
– An idiot?
#MicroStory
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Thank you for reading these, and I really need to read up on Copyright protection or whatever.
Best regards!
© Patrick Sponaugle 2013 Some Rights Reserved
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