I Can't Possibly Be Wrong All the Time

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 October. 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 alien box sat on the mantelpiece, waiting.
  Had waited for 20 years, for the man to open it up.
  But he had no curiousity.
  #MicroStory

• The chimera spoke.
  “A wizard created me, now I have created a wizard.”
  It flew away, leaving a burning village and one survivor.
  #MicroStory

• “We must be away before the witch is alerted,” the knight said.
  The black-eyed maid smiled.
  “The princess is in the next tower.”
  #MicroStory

• They are waiting.
  -Do any suspect?
  Possibly. Some once asked why all vampires are very young or very very old.
  -Ready your axes.
  #MicroStory

• A seer foretold that a child would bring death to the king.
  He then decreed all children drowned.
  The mothers stoned him dead.
  #MicroStory

• The ghost paused and listened. It could only hear the susurrus of the companion wraith.
  -What is it?
  –Something is watching us.
  #MicroStory
  
• 2 locked rooms miles apart
  2 bodies
  2 handguns
  In both cases, ballistics matched the bullet to the other gun.
  Tesla City Crime.
  #MicroStory
• “Just like we practiced. Aim at the monsters’ heads when they come in.”
  “Daddy, can I have a pink gun?”
  “No, sorry sweetie.”
• Chief, the android wife of Councilman Jensen was in. Says the councilman killed his previous android wife.
  – Another one?
  #MicroStory
• No one dared to approach Badon Hill. The knight who slew the Saxon army was long dead, but his enchanted armor fought on.
  #MicroStory
• She faced the dragon, readying her priests-blessed sword.
  Meanwhile, the priests began their planning for the next sacrifice.

• The camp council pondered the news from the perimeter scouts. One of the zombies had made a fire, and was teaching others.
  #MicroStory
  

• “Stepmother, can I have a pony?”
  “Of course you can, Snow. Anything you want is yours.”
  The Evil Queen smiled at her protege.
  #MicroStory
  
  

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