October #MicroStory Collection

Posted: November 5, 2013 by patricksponaugle in Flash Fiction, Writing
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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.

  • The chimera spoke.
    “A wizard created me, now I have created a wizard.”
    It flew away, leaving a burning village and one survivor.
  • “We must be away before the witch is alerted,” the knight said.
    The black-eyed maid smiled.
    “The princess is in the next tower.”
  • They are waiting.
    -Do any suspect?
    Possibly. Some once asked why all vampires are very young or very very old.
    -Ready your axes.
  • A seer foretold that a child would bring death to the king.
    He then decreed all children drowned.
    The mothers stoned him dead.
  • The ghost paused and listened. It could only hear the susurrus of the companion wraith.
    -What is it?
    –Something is watching us.
  • 2 locked rooms miles apart
    2 bodies
    2 handguns
    In both cases, ballistics matched the bullet to the other gun.
    Tesla City Crime.
  • “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?
  • No one dared to approach Badon Hill. The knight who slew the Saxon army was long dead, but his enchanted armor fought on.
  • 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.
  • “Stepmother, can I have a pony?”
    “Of course you can, Snow. Anything you want is yours.”
    The Evil Queen smiled at her protege.

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