It’s May, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all of the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of April.
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. April 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 crow relayed the news that the wizards were trying to attract female students to the college.
“Good luck,” laughed the witch
The city elders, citing budgetary constraints, decided instead to hire the Misadventurers Guild to handle the orc-demon problem.
The old adventurer did not like the news.
A dragon was on the rampage, and typically they refused to be killed by youngsters.
Luckily, the DEA interdicted the more serious of the two drug shipments. The cargo that went through would only kill the users.
“So we agree to the demands or he unleashes killing machines on the city?”
“That’s not what she’ll unleash. Pay attention!”
Transhuman marines tended to be bred tall, very tall, so human navy designers built ships with low ceilings in case of boardings
There were optimal heights and widths for mech-suits, so the smaller the pilot, the more “dense” they could be made.
Sending drones into the past to verify a defendant’s alibi irritated prosecutors who couldn’t do the same to witness the crime.
“I believe that I dreamt of you.”
“I believe you couldn’t have,” the Unforeseen Prince replied.
But what if she had?
They salvaged parts for a hazmat suit. It fit Joe best, so he’d forage for the shelter.
One day Joe didn’t return.
Unlooted grocery stores were few & far between. I wondered what the reason was that kept this one stocked w/ the food I needed.
The Mark of Destiny tavern drew in *prototype* heroes: chosen ones whose fates had been overtaken-by-events.
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’ll be talking about my dogs, or the nicer weather, or Game of Thrones.
Want to read my earlier MicroStory collections? If you select the Flash Fiction category in the Categories widget on my page, you can see every monthly collection, going back to where I started in August, 2013. Should you do that, let me know. You’re my hero.
Image belongs to my wife, Lisa Sponaugle, who often takes great pictures of our dogs. I call that picture of our pug Chi Chi “Adventure Pug!” A #MicroStory all its own.
I make no claims to Lisa’s photo (and neither should you – unless you want to provide attribution and use it for non-commercial purposes), but I make some claims to the text. So there.
© Patrick Sponaugle 2016 Some Rights Reserved