It’s October, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of September.
As a reminder, these represent story-essences composed using no more than 129 characters (so I could tweet them with the hashtag #MicroStory.)
Usually, I only tweet Science Fiction and Fantasy #MicroStories. September was 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.)
There are 2 types of False Prophets: wrong ones and self-fulfillers.
We must ignore the 1st type, and undermine the 2nd type.
To ensure a good night’s sleep, he removed his regret-storage chip & awoke to a house of strangers. As usual
The circuit was repaired. Model 2’s eyes lit up.
“I’m Model 7.”
“Are we still fighting?”
“Yes. Humans don’t learn.”
The sportsmen showed up with their camos and rifles, not realizing the town’s “Centaur Hunting Season” signs were a warning.
Fearing his ability to summon vengeful ghosts, the kingpins called for his death, but only unskilled assassins would attempt it.
The elf & the orc awaited the bear’s arrival.
The crowd of dwarves roared.
“It’s not our first time chained together,” she said.
Tired of being called “big orcs” or “little giants”, the ogres vowed to eradicate both races.
Needed: some gullible humans.
The ship introverts were naturals for the lonely maintenance work near the hull.
No one noticed when they stopped reporting in.