It’s June, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of May.
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 tweet Science Fiction and Fantasy #MicroStories. This month is pretty much no exception.
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.)
If thresholds for organic consciousness could not be defined, the robot ban against autonomous biological entities was doomed.
“Can’t close the portal the Exs are coming in from but we can open another, go in, & open a portal to a worse place.
In the future, branding was everything.
Joey’s mother worried if her apple pie promotion would be enough to get his endorsement.
Autonomous orbital mining mechs had illegally been used for years; it was unclear who was responsible for the diversion & impact
Earth’s leaders breathed a sigh of relief; the colonies were thriving.
“Finally,” they thought.
& began planning Doomsday.
– I am programmed to protect her from harm.
So you killed her mother?
Because she was taking Susie to church?
Most supervillains end up revealed to be low level public servants trying to do a job they were elected to do – by other means.
As war with the asteroid miners entered the second decade, planned obsolescence on military spacecraft became more of a problem.
And suddenly, the crazy cat-ladies were in charge.
I don’t want a robot partner, I told the chief.
Too bad, he replied.
–The perp’s in Roboton, and they won’t talk to an android.
The success of post-life think tanks where restless ghost analysts could ponder non-stop, led to unethical headhunting tactics.
“An old wizard gets used to living under the radar. Same’s true of your lot.”
The tea was amazing, with an iron taste.
They can’t be seen indirectly, casting no shadows or reflections. Not appearing on film or video.
But my eyes are my cameras.
Fawkes covered up the body & handed me the lens.
– It’s Leodemus’ trademark curse. I saw the sigil.
– He’d know who did this.
With the cost of space travel lowered, the second wave of colonization was driven not by curiousity, but by desperate ignorance.
The less famous the wizard, the more dangerous the curses they leave behind.
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