November 2015 #MicroStory Collection

Posted: December 1, 2015 by patricksponaugle in Flash Fiction, Writing
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It’s December, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of November.


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. November was pretty much no exception. (Except for one very-micro story I wrote.)

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 decades-old interstellar travel program was scrapped.
Better that humanity live and die on its rock, than the alternative.

The marines looked on as posthumans destroyed the alien army.
The grunts had survived.
The bugs didn’t win.
But humanity lost.

He sat by my fire and scanned the horizon, looking for a ship, maybe.
He didn’t or couldn’t speak, and I had no social implants.

The regulars eyed the stranger with open hostility as he bellied up to the bar.
Until they saw the Compassion Gun at his hip.

“You’re just going to have to accept that this is who I am. I can’t change.”
She had no reply, just sighed & oozed out the door.

“Once upon a time, there were our gods. They were victorious. The end.”
“That’s it?”
“It’s a prophecy. The details will come.”

Interstellar trade was wildly impractical and expensive.
The only thing more impractical and expensive was interstellar war.

We designed them to look unpleasant; but they were so devoted to us, we still felt guilty when sending them to their deaths.

Conjured servitors were so much more efficient, so the mages dismissed their human help.
Things went well, until the union.

The 1st wave of invaders were easy to spot; they had virtually no empathy.
The 2nd wave were even easier.
They had far too much.

Before we get started, are you:
– Aliens from within or beyond our Solar System?
– Hollow Earthers? Atlanteans?
“We’re angels.”

We were surprised that your government took so long to contact our orbiter.
– Well, we assumed it was *another* posthuman prank.

The Souvenir Gloves could summon a replica of anything they’d ever touched. A sword, a key, a person.
I only had the left glove.

The Summoners wanted to renegotiate the pentacle maintenance contract.
“Call their bluff,” a voice whispered to the archmage.

Wizards, like artists, needed patrons and lived and died on the opinions of critics.
Demons were willing to be either.

The orcs tread carefully across Farmer Orris’ land.
Some men named their swords; Orris had named his plowshare the Bleeder.

We had orders to dock w/ the nearest derelict ship.
Which was attached to an older ship.
Which was attached to the oldest ship.

“What’s the heist?”
“We’re stealing the Secular Grail.”
“That’s crazy! No one gets into Atheist Heaven!”
“We’ll be the first.”

He looked all over for the keys.
By the gate.
In the harp conservatory.
Thru the mansions.
No damned keys.
(They were in Hell.)

Poor health became a status symbol, as preventive medicine costs dropped.
People with the means paid for the cure.

Special Six Word Micro Micro Story! (Using FIVE WORDS!)


In November, my blogging friend Haylee alerted me to the story challenges on the Sometimes Stellar Storyteller blog. The week’s challenge was to write a six-word story based on the concept of Stubborness.

Being someone who was a finicky eater as a kid (much to my parent’s dismay) I was inspired to submit this little story:

Midnight, the meatloaf remained uneaten.

Yes, I went with five words, because the rules didn’t disallow that. A micro-micro-story.

I won! So I was allowed to use the 1st place winner image (shown above.)

Yes, I’m bragging. I’ll be insufferable about it for awhile.

Thanks everyone who has read and enjoyed my small stories. I tweet flash-fiction at irregular intervals on my Twitter account, @patman23. At more regular intervals, I tweet about having to walk my dogs at 5 a.m. in the increasingly chill weather. To think that I’m giving this all away for free!

Top image is a sunset, taken by my daughter, Grace. Should you wish to use it, attribution would be nice. That’s the extent of my claim to the image.

I make some claims to the text. So there.

© Patrick Sponaugle 2015 Some Rights Reserved

  1. These are fabulous! I’m going to have to try this.


  2. Haylee says:

    Cheers for the mention and I honestly didn’t realise it was only five words!! Haha… My inability to count probably explains why mine usually come out as seven words first time round! Great selection, as always 🙂


  3. These are as always amazing. My favorite would have to be the angels one because I’m a big angel fanatic and the idea of angels aligned with aliens has always interested me. I really need to try this at some point 😊

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