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.
The wizards took the defeated soldiers who could read and hung them.
The remaining were taught to read. And sent home.
You’d think a shopping mall would be the perfect place to hide out during a zombie apocalypse. So did everyone else. EVERYONE.
We counted our bullets.
“That one protects women and children,” Lao said.
I looked at the statue.
“Men protect men.”
“We can expose the replicants with facts outside basic education. Ask about the Beatles or the Ramones.”
“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.
“This is your vampire face, dad. You look young cuz vampires are young.”
I put down her drawing and fetched my stakes.
“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.”
But the trees heard her cry, and granted her wish.
– But trees have no ears.
Look, who’s telling this story?
– An idiot?
Thank you for reading these, and I really need to read up on Copyright protection or whatever.
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