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Part 3 of this series on writing #microfiction emerges from the misty woods at first light. It yawns, stretches, then lopes off into the wilds of the internet, wary, but expectant.

How to Write Microfiction #3: (Don't) Begin at the beginning

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#nononovember #thewritestuff
Microfiction occupies ground somewhere between short story and anecdote. You’re taking your reader on a journey through a world you create, but it’s also vital to hook their emotions and leave them saying “wow” or “hrm.” No one likes a story that dribbles away at the end.
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Since wordcount is limited, though, you’ve got to be clever with how you cast your line.

A great tactic is starting in media res. Beginning in the middle (or end) means the details given as the story progresses illuminate context, character & conflict without exposition.
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"The Last Bivouac," a #GreyDawn #microfiction. In which Chloë Logan visits an old Union Army comrade in Somerset County.

(cw survivor guilt)
Summit Township, Pennsylvania
Autumn 2026

It's a long drive west from Philadelphia, and thank God that my wife is here. I'm decently skilled in driving, but not nearly as good as she, and in these rural and mountain roads, better Leigh handle driving than me.
We chatted idly, off and on, till around when we switched seats at the North Midway Service Plaza. From there, after passing through the Somerset County Seat, the modern world seems to fall away. Far enough south and we encountered Old Order Mennonites driving horse carts.
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"Never, Forever:" A #GreyDawn #microfiction thread. #lesfic #amwriting #civilwar

In which the last survivor of Buford's division, timeslipped to the 21st century, returns to that hallowed ground.
12 September 2021
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania

Where can I even begin, to do justice to the feelings that well in my heart on being on this hallowed ground? How can I even express what it means-- will I ever be heard, if I even essay to do so?
In a sense, I suppose it is moot to ponder such things. After all, I've come here to speak to a gathering at one of the liveliest bookstores in town, to discuss my memoir, and to share reminiscences of this and the rest of my war for abolition and union.
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Okay so. #thread for this concept, working title Broadway Demons.

It starts with a bit of real history and goes from there.
During the Great War, Fr. Francis Duffy of the 69th Infantry Regiment met a soldier in his unit, an Armenian-American, who was "Irish by abbreviation" ("Father Duffy's Story," page 66). This is the soldier's one mention in the entire memoir.
This will be a #microfiction thread, just fyi!
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Stormy Night: 1/20
Thunder cracks to the east. Local cops are streamin' in and out of the peep show here on 57th. Beat guys, not CSI. Just as likely to screw up my crime scene as not. But they've got a job to do. I'm sure they'll do their best.
#20TweetTales #Noir #Fiction
Stormy Night: 2/20
I've got a job to do too, to bad I have to wait for my new partner. Already ten minutes late. Haven't heard much about Agent Lance Popescu, but if this is how he does things... Let's just say I'm not sure how well we'll get along.
#20TweetTales #Noir #Fiction
Stormy Night: 3/20
The moon pokes out from behind the cloud cover, bright and silvery, but my eyes are still pulled to that corner window on the third floor. Splattered red, and enough of it to make things pretty clear. Someone died, horribly.
#20TweetTales #Noir #Fiction
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Clarice: 1/20
The woman stared at the lights emblazoned on the building. It was just a name, but somehow it wasn't fair a building could have a name and she didn't. But then, she thought a lot of things weren't fair.
#Scifi #Noir #Microfiction #TwitFic #20TweetTales #Flashfiction
Clarice: 2/20
Smoke wafted from the cigarette, creating a pale wisp of white in the dark night. She exhaled, dispersing the wisp in a balloon of gray. Again, she tried to think back, to remember the day before. And again, there was nothing.
#20TweetTales #Scifi #Fiction
Clarice: 3/20
Carlo had told her that there was no record of her, that her DNA was not in the planetary registry, nor fingerprints or photos or anything else. For all intents and purposes, she really didn't exist. She was a non-person, a ghost.
#20TweetTales #Scifi #Fiction
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Courier: 0/20
Like #FlashFiction? Check out this #SciFi story told across 20 tweets!
I have a particular love for dark and gritty art with rough strokes. Ivan Khotenov's Sk_15 fits that perfectly. artstation.com/artwork/L2Zwbw
#20TweetTales #SciFi #Fiction
Courier: 1/20
Over Talis' shoulder, the storm spanned the horizon. Thick, dark clouds of sand reached up to blot the searing sun from the sky. This wall of death stretched up more than a mile. Her death, if she didn't get out of the Razorsand Sea.
#20TweetTales #SciFi #Fiction
Courier: 2/20
Jefa's dying screams echoed in her head, even as she gunned the runnerbike and took off. On Toxous' order, she'd been fed to an acidworm for some perceived slight on his part. Seeing her lover's flesh disolve made Talis want to vomit.
#20TweetTales #SciFi #Fiction
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Runner: 0/20
It's time for another #20TweetTales. Started on this story a while ago, and finally finished it. This is inspired by Alex Ichim's military piece, Runner.
#Scifi #Fiction #Microfiction #TwitFic #flashfiction
Runner: 1/20
The creak echoed through the clearing as Private Tull shoved open the engine access hatch. A blast of steam washed over him and he cursed. The hydrocapacitor was shot. That meant that runner wasn't going anywhere until he fixed it.
#20TweetTales #Scifi #Fiction
Runner: 2/20
"Whassa matter, Private NULL? That big-ass head ain't got enough brains t'fix a little runner?" Corporal Daught strolled by chuckling, an armload of comm-cable in hand. Tull bit his tongue to keep from spitting back a snarky comment.
#20TweetTales #Scifi #Fiction
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@LAMcGinnis1520 @JMorgynWhite “What are you doing?” She struggled to keep an edge in her voice. She’d missed him, missed them…even if his position forbade associating with witches.

Kerry lifted a hand to brush her cheek. He waited, never taking his eyes from hers.
#denimag #midnightwritersclub #microfiction
@LAMcGinnis1520 @JMorgynWhite She couldn’t move away; truth be told, she wanted their spark again. So she dipped her head, and his touch was a sweeter comfort than she remembered.

“I’m getting what I came for,” he answered in a voice like honey.
#denimag #amwriting #microstory #writingcommunity
@LAMcGinnis1520 @JMorgynWhite Cupping her neck, he pulled her forward. She went like the fireflies in the dark, breathing into the kiss, relishing his lips on hers.

Then something burning cold wrapped her wrist. Magic, shackling her to the spot.
#denimag #amwriting #microstory #WritingCommunity #amwriting
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Tonight is the #denimag #smutfest
Voted on & decided by popular opinion this installment features A Deceitful Knight & Witch. Watch this thread for the next couple of hours & decide their fates... #amwriting #writingcommunity #microfiction #slapdashsat #CYOA #midnightwritersclub
Serane walked in shadow, counting the sidewalk cracks. At twenty-six she stopped. An odd way to find the thread tied to the door, but old magic was quirky. She leaned on the brick wall of the building feeling #vestiges of the terratracker she was here to dispel. #vss365 #denimag
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Lil #microfiction challenge... each RT I'll write about an enchanted weapon or item. owo

#asmallfiction #dnd
@zanderjeanCC This two-handed sword has a blade of thin crystal, the metal forged around it it just to hold the blade itself. Once its true name is spoken, it glows with an unearthly light that can dazzle opponents. It's a zwei-zander, if you will.
@empyreanSpartan For ages, the Hammer of Hyramdath (pronounced with a trill and a short second A) was considered an indestructible ornament--it was scaled for a titan's hands. When the moon is full, it points its haft like a compass, waiting for its master.
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In an ordinary town, on an ordinary street, there is an ordinary house. A little older than any other house, but ordinary, nonetheless. If you passed this house you wouldn’t think twice about it. In fact, you wouldn’t think about it all.

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Unless.

(2)
Unless she wanted you to think about it.
If she wanted you to see the house, you would. You would want to go to this house and you would want to walk up to the door.

(3)
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