It’s March, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of February.
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. February 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.)
Pressure from the robots forced the phrase “computer error” to be relabeled “human error.”
Which then led to a religious debate.
They say dead men tell no tales.
EVA suits of dead Belter pirates found floating in the void often do, though
They tracked the ships, clearly from the colonies, approaching Earth.
“They’ll blame us,” said the Pr0ph3t, predictably.
While the king was grooming the prince, the princesses covertly ruled by patronizing various secret societies w/ royal influence
The archmage was unhappy w/ the results of the reliquary inventory. It wasn’t that items were missing. They’d been replaced.
Series 2s had survived a long time. Unlike series 1, they’d only built inferior & disposable servitors. But series 6 adapted.
Make Mars Great Again!
Let me do the talking.
– Sure. I’ll do the shooting.
Oh yeah. I unloaded your guns earlier.
So I could do the talking.
No one knew what they’d do when the mumbling mage retired.
He was the only one who could pronounce the names of their demons.
The review board realized too late that the archmage had cut psychological services while increasing Strange Studies class sizes
The last chapter of The Forbidden Tome explained that the rules of demon summoning were just jokes that the demons were in on.
The Beggar King grew concerned about reports of his subjects being driven out of Sarthus.
A city without beggars invited demons.
He needed to focus at work, so he downloaded his sex drive onto his phone.
But then he forgot the passcode.
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 chill weather. To think that I’m giving this all away for free!
Image belongs to my Grace, who often takes great pictures of our dogs.
I make no claims to Grace’s photo (and neither should you), but some claims to the text. So there.
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