January 2014 #MicroStory Collection

Posted: February 1, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Writing
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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.
    #MicroStory
  • On the ship, the settlers politely kept to themselves. Some transhumans mingled, mostly spacers and divers.
    Not so the tunnelers.
    #MicroStory
  • The prince was happy when the queen gave birth to his baby brother.
    All his father’s advisors gave him daggers as gifts.
    #MicroStory
  • The acolytes laughed when the executor bequeathed me the Necromancer’s basement where he kept his failures.
    The fools.
    #MicroStory
  • The CEO of the Wildlife Channel was pleased.
    Ratings were up as well as the number of successful chupacabra kills and coverups.
    #MicroStory
  • The wizards took the cruel baron’s heir from the crib.
    On his knees, the baron asked, “What will you do?”
    “Teach him mercy.”
    #MicroStory
  • Thankless job, making sure that prophecies come true.
    All work & no glory.
    Once again he wished prophets were less bloody minded.
    #MicroStory
  • “So you’re Odin and he’s Loki?”
    “Yes.”
    “Actually, he’s Osiris. I’m Set.”
    The merc recruiter had seen worse psych profiles.
    #MicroStory
  • All religions were in agreement: personality backups were unholy.
    The faithful agreed. Data was lost, but souls were saved.
    #MicroStory
  • The penultimate jobs robotics took over were that of prison guards.
    Eventually, the inmates were replaced with robots as well.
    #MicroStory
  • Cyber-Dementia was a problem among older transhumans.
    Errors were creeping into memory sectors but diagnostics were not trusted.
    #MicroStory
  • There was a ghost in the city, an unmodified human not wearing a ubiquitous GPS VR goggle set.
    Unseen, untrackable, unstoppable.
    #MicroStory
  • 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.
    #MicroStory
  • It was just dumb luck that someone literally stumbled over the body.
    There were no RFID tags in the victim.
    Or in the bullet.
    #MicroStory
  • Experimental biomech “suits” were humanity’s only hope against the invaders.
    But they could only be piloted by octogenarians.
    #MicroStory
  • The alien observer was waiting, had waited for 70 years, for humanity to discover it.
    Humanity had known for decades.
    Secretly.
    #MicroStory
  • “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.”
    #MicroStory

© Patrick Sponaugle 2014 Some Rights Reserved

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