Sometimes very short fiction is quite refreshing. I placed 2nd in a flash fiction competition last Fall and I remember feeling very satisfied at having finished a story in such a short span of time. I think I still have a lot to learn about microfiction and my biggest challenge is getting my story across to the most viewers. I don’t mind if readers feel the need to interpret the story, but I know I have a responsibility to do the best I can to articulate such a short vision. Here are two masterful examples of micro fiction:
Fiction, Ernest Hemingway:
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
Shortest Horror Story, Fredric Brown:
“The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.”
Here is my tweet fiction:
When we finally visited, he fed us salads with dressing. The dressing expired ten years ago but we ate it anyway. No one talked about love.
There you have it. Have a great weekend, and happy tweeting!