It’s July, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of June.
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. June 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.)
Planetary conquest worked best in 2 waves: the 1st to unite the planet in resistance. The 2nd, to act when the alliance failed.
Goblins were natural anarchists, so in Fae elections, they’d vote Elf as an expression of disdain for the democratic process.
Things began to break down, and no one remembered how to fix them. At least the starship’s hull provided shelter.
Dwarves were famous for being unable to tell men from orcs.
News that dwarf reinforcements were en route did little for morale.
The doctors got around the head-transplant moratorium for awhile, by offering body transplants.
From the tugging, Rapunzel knew that the witch was hanging another prince.
The castle was two aircraft carriers & a cruise ship, moored together just before the waters finally receded.
The Jovian lifecycle was simple but long.
Sleep thousands of years.
Feed when colonists built enough blimp-cities.
Granddad was furious when his self-driving car took him to his AA meeting. Instead of the bar, as requested.
My passport raised the usual questions at the Theocracy border.
“Your 1st name is ‘Atheist’?”
“My parents had a sense of humor.”
The principal dreaded the PTSAIA meeting. The parents/students rarely showed up, & he suspected the treasurer-bot of embezzlement.
The ship’s been in the star’s gravity well for decades. We can’t risk a rescue.
– Why not?
For them, the war is only days old.
The image is of my cat, Yuko, who has asked that her likeness only be used for non-commercial purposes.
The book she’s lying next to, by the way, is a collection of very short science fiction stories, that are delivered right to you via your email. It’s the future now!
You can learn more at DailyScienceFiction.com. I’m not affiliated in any way with them, but they were charming and gracious to my wife and I at Balticon 49 this year, and I felt that deserved some meager promotion on my part.
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