It’s February, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of January.
As a reminder, these represent story-essences composed in 140 characters (so I could tweet them with the hashtag #MicroStory.)
As usual, I only throw out Science Fiction and Fantasy #MicroStories. Because I don’t need my parents to get confused if I start writing dramatic relationship Flash Fiction.
For really great #MicroStory action, please follow @MicroSFF, the twitter account that inspired me to participate in this minimalist writing exercise. That feed puts out great science fiction and fantasy MicroStories all the time.
- Novatlanteans’ extreme agoraphobia developed due to generations in cramped habitats and subs.
They might as well have been fish.
- On the ship, the settlers politely kept to themselves. Some transhumans mingled, mostly spacers and divers.
Not so the tunnelers.
- The prince was happy when the queen gave birth to his baby brother.
All his father’s advisors gave him daggers as gifts.
- The acolytes laughed when the executor bequeathed me the Necromancer’s basement where he kept his failures.
- The CEO of the Wildlife Channel was pleased.
Ratings were up as well as the number of successful chupacabra kills and coverups.
- The wizards took the cruel baron’s heir from the crib.
On his knees, the baron asked, “What will you do?”
“Teach him mercy.”
- Thankless job, making sure that prophecies come true.
All work & no glory.
Once again he wished prophets were less bloody minded.
- “So you’re Odin and he’s Loki?”
“Actually, he’s Osiris. I’m Set.”
The merc recruiter had seen worse psych profiles.
- All religions were in agreement: personality backups were unholy.
The faithful agreed. Data was lost, but souls were saved.
- The penultimate jobs robotics took over were that of prison guards.
Eventually, the inmates were replaced with robots as well.
- Cyber-Dementia was a problem among older transhumans.
Errors were creeping into memory sectors but diagnostics were not trusted.
- There was a ghost in the city, an unmodified human not wearing a ubiquitous GPS VR goggle set.
Unseen, untrackable, unstoppable.
- U-481 was spotted by the flyover, its conning tower jutting from the ice.
The mystery was how a Nazi sub ended up on Europa.
- It was just dumb luck that someone literally stumbled over the body.
There were no RFID tags in the victim.
Or in the bullet.
- Experimental biomech “suits” were humanity’s only hope against the invaders.
But they could only be piloted by octogenarians.
- The alien observer was waiting, had waited for 70 years, for humanity to discover it.
Humanity had known for decades.
- “I’m not a believer. I just wear this to ward off the vampires.”
The dying alien nodded. “I can believe for us both. And pray.”
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