Unlike the flash fiction I write for my patrons, where they select the genres, when I prepare these micro tales, I maintain complete control over the process. Despite the rapid turnover with flash fiction, micro fiction is even faster with its word limitation. That constant churn works wonders for my skills. The severe limit of this type of writing has its drawbacks and benefits. While it’s challenging to cram the entirety of a story into two hundred and fifty words, it allows me to hone aspects of my word smithing that still require work. Thankfully, that is exactly the reason I love writing micro-fiction.
While I’m not the most skilled comedic writer around, this format allows me to flex these underdeveloped muscles. My hope is that with enough of these micro tales, I’ll be able to remedy the deficiency I currently have when I create my comedies.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
Plump fingers dug into Alice’s wrist as a gruff voice washed over her. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You are hurting me.” She sucked her lips as she pressed a phone against the man’s ribs. “Please let go.”
With a grin, his grasp loosened as he crossed his legs and drummed the back of the charging phone.
Alice pulled her hand free and tucked the telephone under her arm. As her chest swelled, she massaged her forearm. “You didn’t have to bruise me.”
“Why were you trying to steal my phone?”
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