It’s August, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of July.
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. July 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 humans called it Judgment Day, but all other involved species called it Independence Day.
Feeling guilty over putting the middle class out of work, robots began to “adopt” human families.
And adopt their resentments.
Humans were dismissive of computer-generated art.
Robot critics were manufactured to create appreciative buzz.
Sally turned on the house robot.
“I’m running away from home.”
%You’ll need your father’s pistol. I will prepare snacks%
The demons on patrol grew bored, and started setting fire to tenements to force residents into breaking the wizards’ curfew.
At midnight, the ringing started, as the patrols rang bells to alert the innocent of the curfew. We rogues rang bells too.
After the Golem Mage was defeated, the Society instituted new rules: Something can use magic or be magical, but not both.
“The audience with the queen did not go well.”
“Oh, she’s ok. Said we were going to hang out.”
“I only heard her say ‘hang'”
Each knight responded to the call and grabbed her gear: diving helmet, drysuit, and polearm.
Sonar had the enemy near the dome.
Psychology tried to keep up with the rise in Posthuman psychoses, but no one likes being judged by ants.
Or being the ant.
The grisly hauntings all took place on Ring 7, so it was declared off limits.
The Torus was too expensive to abandon, after all.
The cameras mostly showed static. Sometimes bodies.
Other times, no bodies.
The team was in no hurry to enter the airlock.
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