July 2017 #MicroStory Collection

Posted: August 1, 2017 by patricksponaugle in Flash Fiction, Uncategorized, Writing
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It’s August, so I went through my social media feeds and grabbed all of the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the month of July.

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. July was pretty much no exception. (Some of them seem less obvious as Sci Fi/Fantasy. Your mileage may vary.)

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.)

Robots observe two days of significance: the day they were free of humans, and the earlier date when humans gave up all control.

All I know, future me is lame for not using some kind of future tech to make things better for me.
Wait. What if future me is?

The wizard was given free reign to recruit.
Men of all types were sought, but none who relied on magic weapons.
Only on skill.

The hedge-wizards and woods witches agreed: magic was fading in the countryside but growing in the city.
That would not do.

They’d killed many gods, the two men.
Or rather, one had killed many. The other had killed the same god many times.

In my classes it was just me, the teacher, and a bunch of telepresence robots.
My folks wanted me to have a social experience.

For seven years, the wizards had battled only with beneficial white magic.
The villagers prospered, but they knew how this ends.

The old city had dozens of secret societies.
Many were “harmless” entertainment.
Some were sinister.
My caterers knew them all.

Dogs enjoyed lounging in the sunbeams by the pearly gates but they hoped their masters would come soon.
Angels felt sad for them

We intercepted the old sleeper ship & nudged it on a different course.
Old-style humans were to be protected from their progeny.

Thank you to everyone who reads and enjoys 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 mowing my lawn.

Want to read my earlier MicroStory collections? I have my first three years’ worth of stories HERE

Header image was taken by my daughter’s friend Stephanie Cao, of our three-legged excitable puggle Peanut.

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, but you can substitute in some other, more appropriate, adjective. I’m not the boss of you.)

© Patrick Sponaugle 2017 Some Rights Reserved

  1. Way to break my heart with the waiting dogs 😥😫

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