It’s September, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of August.
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. August 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.)
“Extreme Leadership” crew were kept asleep unless there was a dire emergency. Rarely did anyone want those jerks awake.
“My hut is by the fens. Every war, I kill a dozen unhorsed knights in the mud. So I’ve killed more knights than you, m’lord.”
There once was a widower king who had a lake drained, angry at faeries who lived at its bottom.
There *once* was a king.
No one came back w/ clear memories of their time served, the PTSD mitigator saw to that.
But how could one explain these scars?
Princes & kings fought over the ruins, each hoping to claim the sword of Raes, a weapon unemployed but still causing death.
The nanofluid was a terrible weapon, designed to replicate by disassembling flesh & bone. The first batch was always expensive.
The only unmarred inscription was found at the top of an arch, hard to see in the torchlight.
We were here first, it said.
The best poets were dead. The worst, undead. They had the desire to create but not the vital spark. And too much time available.
“I’m the reason dinosaurs are extinct, remember?”
“The 1950s ones…”
When a road was found, a bridge or tunnel was quickly made to get past it.
No one used the roads anymore.
No one living.
Surviving a zombie outbreak meant you were fortunate.
A second outbreak: prepared.
A third, experienced.
A fourth, an outcast.
My first MicroStories were tweeted back in August of 2013, so it’s been two years of doing this. Yay me! Thank you to my followers who comment on my stories (not only here on my blog, but also on Twitter where they first appear, and on Facebook where they get cross-posted.)
Image is of my dog Peanut, but I stealthily stole that picture from my wife’s Facebook page. Should you use it, hopefully you’ll use it for non-commercial gain. You’ve been warned… (maybe *I* should get permission from my wife to use the image…)
The text, of course, is all mine.
© Patrick Sponaugle 2015 Some Rights Reserved