I Can't Possibly Be Wrong All the Time

It’s March, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of February. (I did more shoveling last month than Flash-Fictioning, I admit.)

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. February 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.)

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The king had planned long and hard for his overthrow. Now he was where he could make positive changes: ruling from the shadows.
#MicroStory

Looking out his office window, he saw miles of forest. Far away, he could see clusters of houses.
“Well, those will have to go.”
#MicroStory

“I could slay this dragon, your grace. But it would be easier if you just reformed your economic and social policies.”
#MicroStory

“Look, if you didn’t create the universe, who did? Right?”
The other god shrugged. He wasn’t ready for atheism, yet.
#MicroStory

“What is this?”
“It’s an apple. You eat it.”
“You do?”
“I know it’s hard to believe, but people used to eat. All the time.”
#MicroStory

The Patrol encountered an undocumented Generation Ship, decelerating. The robotic and canine crew were ordered to investigate.
#MicroStory

Once it was determined that *They* lived in the darkness between the stars, every interstellar object was off-limits to humans.
#MicroStory

Not all Gibbering Formless Creatures From Beyond wanted to subjugate humanity. Most just wanted to enslave the cats.
#MicroStory

Every 9 generations an orc would be born with the strength of 5 & skin as hard as horn. None were born with the desire to fight.
#MicroStory

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Image is intellectual property of my wife, Lisa, who took that picture of the cleared sidewalk after she and our daughter finished shoveling. So, don’t steal it? Or you’ll have to deal with my wife? (I am fine actually if the picture is re-used for non-commercial use.)

Maybe *I* should tell her I’m using her picture… (I mean, it’s just a sidewalk…)

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