It’s January, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all of the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of December.
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. December 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 new king reaffirmed the patronage of the Wizard’s College and the ban on sorcery.
This pleased both wizards and sorcerers.
He woke up at 2 a.m. Wide awake. He’d been so tired from the flight, he hadn’t properly checked out the hotel’s hallways.
It was a misconception that the curse breaker amulet prevented curses. It delayed them and stored them away.
“We need to call Transylvania.”
“Like it or not, we need experts in detecting replicants from humans. Before the banquet.”
“You are the Nine Mages?”
“Uhh, yes, we are the Nine Mages.”
“There are seven of you?”
“We killed two for being annoying.”
It had been a slow week at the borderland outpost; two dusty angels had wandered thru.
And not when the demons had been staying
The sword was so dangerous, the mages buried it in their dry well.
The sheath, swordbelt, and whetstone were deemed safe enough.
Gone were the days of charging cavaliers & ranked pikemen.
Army-eating magics had made such massive battles costly & pointless.
“Stay safe,” the stranger said, while smiling.
What did they know?
Was 16 rounds, plus 1 in the chamber safe enough?
The wheat would have to separate itself from the chaff; the prince of peasants had new, urgent work to do.
And so the wheat did.
It was obvious to the commoners that the King Who Came Again wouldn’t be returning this time.
Maybe that was for the best.
“When I’m dead, bury me with the others.”
“But, you buried the rest of my crew!”
/It seemed to make you happy/
Thank you to 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 on Twitter, I’ll be talking about my dogs, or television (mostly Game of Thrones), or how the Maryland driver response to snow is to:
- Stop one’s car
- Set car on fire
- Run around in a panic, without pants.
(I’m only slightly joking.)
Want to read my earlier MicroStory collections? I have my first three years’ worth of stories HERE
Header is image is mine! (I usually steal photos from my wife’s Facebook page.) That’s my car, that served me well for eleven years. My daughter, who knows me well, wrote the Winter is Coming slogan to surprise me.
In general, I’m fine with anyone using the text of my MicroStories for non-commercial use. (Look how cute I am, thinking someone wants to make a t-shirt from one of my flash fiction bits. I say cute, you can substitute in some other, more appropriate, adjective.)
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