It’s November, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of October.
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. October 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.)
Not even the news crew knew why they were in the neighborhood, but the news scoop algorithm was rarely wrong.
A man sat in a chair, reading a book.
He was unaware of the ghost watching him.
The ghost was unaware of the thing watching it.
All agreed that the king’s wish to not die as other men do had been granted.
The surprise baby helped ease the Queen’s sorrow.
Future NBC Pitch Meetings:
So the Dad’s will states that his daughter be a surrogate mother to his clone-fetus.
– CBS has that.
One by one, they were taken. The hero, the prince, the mage. Even the demigod.
“Yet you survived.”
I suppose I wasn’t special.
All the prophets suspected that the world was about to end but none said anything, hoping to be wrong as usual.
“It looks like you’re out of ammo,” he said.
“I have a knife, idiot!” I countered.
I was half right. I had a handle.
Doc said that the teleport net had had a hiccup, & my personality from 5 years ago had taken root.
My wife is weirdly happy.
None of the volunteers ever returned from scouting.
Later, none of those forced out were expected to return.
But they did.
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