September 2015 #MicroStory Collection

Posted: October 1, 2015 by patricksponaugle in Flash Fiction, Writing
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It’s October (someone wake up that guy from Green Day), so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of September.


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. September 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.)

Posthumans were perplexed that their plans to conquer humanity would fail & fail fast.
Weren’t they infallible?

The killer hadn’t known that she’d been running her Lifetm app, & she had 40K subscribers who would be howling for his blood.

Every hero was the villain of someone else’s story.
Except for The Guy.
Everyone claimed that The Guy was on their team.

The gem was guarded either by monsters or former treasure hunters. That detail was of more importance to me than my employer.

It was an old spaceship. Reliably old, having been built when spaceships were built to last.
It had an old bomb. Reliably old.

The scarecrow had been missing from the north field for days, & the town hoped it had wandered to the graveyard with the others.

Why are you angry?
– I’m not.
This app says you are!
– What? Are you hacking my bio-sensors?
See? You’re angry!

The “routine” crew would have to handle this dire situation; the system responsible for waking the emergency crew was also down.

The borderland villages were reluctantly abandoned; weeds & trees eventually hid them from sight.
Then the ghosts could return.

NASA thought he’d died.
Congress cut funding; there was no rescue attempt.
10 years later they returned.
& thought he was dead.

The Lords decided that it was better to spend resources on guards than on well-fed peasants.
The monks refuted that economic view
The king sealed the castle builders in the walls, to safeguard the secrets
The dead were quite eager to tell those secrets to me

Thanks to everyone, especially to those who tell me that they look forward to my monthly MicroStory collections. It’s all very appreciated. Anyone interested in following me on Twitter (I have no idea why you’d want to, but some people do) you can follow @patman23 .

If you do, I’ll send you this:


Top image is of my dogs, Chi Chi and 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…)

Image of the thanks-for-the-follow-meme spider directly above ended up on my Twitter feed somehow, and I fell in love with it. How could I not?

The text, of course, is all mine. Although the story involving NASA is obviously inspired by Andy Weir’s The Martian.

© Patrick Sponaugle 2015 Some Rights Reserved

  1. jennnanigans says:

    THAT is what I keep meaning to do, follow you on Twitter! Duh. I will do that tonight when I get home.

    Feel free to not send me the spider. I’m good. 😀

    Liked by 1 person

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