Welcome to Microfiction Monday,
where a picture only paints 140 characters.
Here's this week's picture, and my story to go with it:
OOPSIE...
Mum explained
that faeries always disappear
when little girls grow up.
We never told her that,
in our case,
the lawnmower had been involved.
Mum explained
that faeries always disappear
when little girls grow up.
We never told her that,
in our case,
the lawnmower had been involved.
Thank you if you play!!
About Microfiction Monday
Microfiction means the shortest of short stories. Think Aesop's fables, comic strips, or even jokes: complete stories that can be told in under a minute. For this game, the limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer.
Every Sunday evening I'll post my own 'microfiction' inspired by a photo or illustration, and invite you to do the same. If that degree of brevity scares you, feel free to use my own microfiction of the week as your first line instead, and spin something longer.
You can leave your story in the comments here, or better yet, post on your own blog and leave your link in Mr. Linky.
Hate counting letters and spaces? Try Design 215's character counter, which will count for you as you type. Microsoft Word will count for you too, of course, as part of its word count feature under the 'Review' tab.
Photos will be from my own archives; illustrations are by Dover Publications.
And finally, why 140? A whole new fiction market has arisen via mobile phone texting and Twitter, who limits 'tweets' to 140 characters including spaces and punctuation. It's fast, it's fiction, it's fun. Want more?
Nanoisms
PicFic
escarp
Thaumatrope
Seedpod
Tweet the Meat
For slightly longer works:
Flashshots
Flashes in the Dark
Flashquake
50 to 1
24 comments: join in!:
Funny! Those poor little creatures.
Thanks Ashley! VRROOOOoooooooOOOOOmm!!
LOL
GAH! You gotta be kiddin' me!!! NOOOOOOOO!
(you are just evil!) LOL!
Mine is published, it is about six hours early, but everyone seems to post early.
Oh, that was funny....and I love fairies!
OMG...you are so mean LOL. I LOVE IT :) Well done sister. :)
My Apologies my Friend, when I left my last comment the Self Centered Old Fart was there. {Comes from Lack of Sleep and only firing on 4 out of 6 Cylinders} Now that I've rested have come back to say I loved this, let me guess you liked the "Lawn Mower Man". Good job Susan, you are tops.
Spock would be Impressed {Distant cousin to Queen Miss Vickie}
I understand they make good fertilizer for the lawn. ;)
Excellent story, Susan. Uhrm, it is a story, isn't it?
Aww that's horrible! Then I've run over the odd bearded dragon with the mower . .messy bizness
Awwww.... lawn mower? Ahhhh.... I get it. The lawn mower was so loud the faeries flew off to the neighbor's yard. I get it.
Melli, you noticed? LOL
Thanks Bill! Early is relative; we have to be fair to those of us on the other side of the world y'know.
;-)
Thanks Mama! I do too, to be honest.
Thom, when I come up with stuff like this I begin to think you a very bad influence on me.... for which I'm deeply grateful. LOL
Bill, thanks! No worries! Nooooo don't tell me that's true about cousins??
Quilly, er, YES why YES of course it's a story! Only a story...
:-D
Baino, EEEEWWWW. My father ran over a few turtles with his ride-on mower, that was awful enough. Bluh.
Kay, exactly! Like I tell my own kids: hedgehogs like taking *naps* beside the road; the sound of passing traffic lulls them to sleep...
;-)
Finally got to enter! Yay!
Your story is so twisted it's funny. I'm seeing bits of gossamer wings scattered about... Maybe those weren't moths Larry chopped up this summer with the weedeater.
Oh, poor little fairies!
Loved reading the comments.
I forgot about this til I saw it at Quilly's but did come up with something.
Off to read the others now!
This is why the back yard is wild - or I haven't grown up.
Meet My Mates #3 - Quilly
ROFLMAO! Cute, funny, and like MyNastyRomance's, readable to the the women folk (I've a houseful of daughters) and the stray boyfriend. Chuckles and guffaws all round ;-)
Oh the poor fairies! :0
You are naughty!
You writers have a different format for every day of the week!
Good job....G
Susanna, oh no! At least this year the fairies wouldn't have gotten any eggs from the henhouse then LOL
Thanks Barbara -- I loved yours, you were much kinder to them all!
Nessa, I do think growing up is overrated.
;-)
Skald, thank you for sharing it!-- and for reporting on the feedback--laughs are the best kind I think.
Akelamalu: and YOU are right. LOL
Galen, what's this "you writers" eh? "We writers"!! I was almost hoping you could write up a 140 about why these fellows are running from the outhouse... LOLOL
Oh, you are wicked!
Maybe there's a good reason [other than allergies] that I'm don't mow our yard. :)
I'll be back with you next week...I was at a funeral yesterday for one of the seniors.
And when I get home today, I'll go ready everyone else's brilliance..have to get to work now!
Wow...never type in a hurry!
Either "I'm not allowed" or "I don't mow"....weird mixing of words this morning. Maybe it's the new asthma meds. ;)
Mama Zen, I try!
Hope, I'm sorry to hear about the funeral; I'll be thinking of you. And yes, Blogger punishes those who type quickly! Often it deletes whole words of mine, and of course it's always a critical one. Grrr.... How are the meds? Are they working, and letting you stay well in spite of themselves?
I always get the weird side effects: luckily it's just an annoying cough and occasional headache. Never can take a "full" dose of anything, so I'll take this for a while, slack off and take it again. I was just glad to sleep through the night last night!
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