February 2014 #MicroStory Collection

Posted: March 1, 2014 by patricksponaugle in Flash Fiction, Writing
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It’s March, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of February.

As a reminder, these represent story-essences composed using no more than 130 characters (so I could tweet them with the hashtag #MicroStory.)

Usually, 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. I broke that rule this month.

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.

(I want to make it clear that @MicroSFF is *not* a Twitter account of mine. Their flash-fiction tweets are excellent. Mine are okay.)

  • That was a great first coffee of the day.
    That was also a great last coffee of the day.
  • Him: Look, marriage just messes things up. Can’t we just keep dating forever?
    Her: You’re putting me in the Girlfriend Zone?!?


  • The elves would burn the Elegian Saga whenever a copy was found. Its verses were vivid and beautiful.
    And written by an orc.
  • The orcs tirelessly reproduced their great treasure, the purple-prosed Epic of Lillan.
    It was epicly awful.
    Written by an elf.
  • The excitement surrounding the ETs arrival soon wore off.
    They were just too … nerdy.


  • After the poles shifted, some myths became popular: like George Washington bringing toys to democratic children every Feb 17


  • The Lady of the Lake demands you yield!
    – But that’s who I serve, the other knight replied.
    Time to flee, the lake witch thought.


  • Hands up! Give me all the money on your phone!
    – Ok, but my wallet app has a theft limit of 20 creds.
    Future Crime Does Not Pay


  • Muriel had been dead for years but her automated online persona kept her memory alive (& kept cashing her social sec. checks.)


  • Natural disasters usually wreak more havoc among the very old and very young.
    This disaster was … unusually unnatural.


  • “The old chap fled in some haste, but he’ll be back.”
    Ambrose went to the coffin-side table, and smashed the grisly dentures.


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