Another Week of Microfiction

We can live forever, as science has shown. We just can't remember everything. Still, the new external drives let you view those memories, like old-fashioned home videos. So I don't see why you're so offended that I decided to offload our time together.#microfiction

— Words Deferred (@DeferredWords) June 14, 2021

In the year 3000, the last Go players gather on Proxima Centauri B. It's Silicon Megacube vs. Quantum Determinator. The perfect game will be played, before it's retired forever.

Suddenly, an explosion! It's human terrorists, demanding the right to imperfection.#microfiction

— Words Deferred (@DeferredWords) June 15, 2021

They say we are weak and timid, only useful for the Warp. Our Warp bends space and brings their soldiers to new worlds. Our Warp brings the victorious conquerors back home.

My Warp brings them to a dying planet. My Warp brings me back, alone. Who's timid now?#microfiction

— Words Deferred (@DeferredWords) June 16, 2021

The corn was all wrong. The ears were too big for July. And they pulsated.

Jessie ran to the house and found Ma in a trance. She yanked her outside, past farmhands walking the rows glassy-eyed. They escaped, but the stalks were spraying spores in black clouds.#microfiction

— Words Deferred (@DeferredWords) June 17, 2021

The sorcerer-kings were mighty and cruel, but even they failed to foresee the Starfall. The unmagicked found that slave pends hold sorcerers as well as peasants, when fitted with star-metal bars.

Sorcerer-gladiators in deadly combat were truly a sight to behold.#microfiction

— Words Deferred (@DeferredWords) June 18, 2021

A million overlapping universes unravel into darkness. A man, a confluence, can bind them back together. Elemental chaos stalks him, slavering.

His lover, his knight, would save him at the cost of infinite worlds. He lets her go and chooses self-sacrifice.#microfiction

— Words Deferred (@DeferredWords) June 19, 2021

They say there's a universe for every choice we make. I made a wrong choice once, and I can tell you there isn't.

There's a gray ghost place where wrong decisions go. I was lucky to escape, and hop back into myself. But what's to stop others from hopping in too?#microfiction

— Words Deferred (@DeferredWords) June 20, 2021