It’s May, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of April.
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. April 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.)
The Mage of Eyes dealt in information. Anything that had eyes could be compelled to reveal what it had seen. Especially mirrors.
“If a peasant was the werewolf, there would be dead nobles. Time to question the gentry and look for the signs.”
The Duke had a simple policy: upon discovery, a person cursed with lycanthropy was to be well paid & deported to a rival duchy.
Smiths sell weapons to adventurers.
Adventurers get ambushed by orcs.
Orcs sell the weapons, at low cost, back to the smiths.
The Powerful lived in fear of the Assassins League.
But the assassins lived in fear of the shadowy League of Philanthropists.
Many inns had a secure room in the cellar, for the rare night traveler who wished to avoid the sun.
This was one of those inns.
The gene-gineers designed intelligence to be inversely related to size & strength. This went wrong, but not in the typical way.
The body fell from the floating castle as its route passed over the fen. Ignored by crows, the body didn’t stir until nightfall
Joe was found guilty, and sentenced to 10 years on Mars. A decade later, he was taken to an airlock for grim farewells.
Sam was found guilty, and sentenced to life on Mars. Minutes after landing on the Red Planet, Sam was hustled to an airlock.
Image is intellectual property of my daughter, who took that picture of our dog, Chi Chi. So, don’t steal it? Or you’ll have to deal with her? (I am fine actually if the picture is re-used for non-commercial use.)
Maybe *I* should tell her I’m using her picture…
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