October 2016 #MicroStory Challenge

October 2016 #MicroStory Challenge

Seeing as I was 33% responsible for cajoling Patrick into hosting this competition, I thought it was only fitting that I promote its existence! Get on board, try your hand at penning some tweetable micro-fiction and spread the word!
Okay, time to start thinking about my submission…

I Can't Possibly Be Wrong All the Time

Hey! Every month I post all the MicroStories I’d tweeted during the previous month, but this post isn’t about that so much. Some of my blogging friends suggested that I host a MicroStory contest, asking people to submit their own flash fiction entries. To be judged! (But not by me.)


This is entirely based on one of the suggester’s own weekly contest: Nicola Auckland hosts six word story contests over on her blog, Sometimes Stellar Storyteller. She has regular contests where people submit a six word story, based on a theme she provides. I won’t be that restrictive in word count (but, knock yourself out if you want to harness your inner Hemingway.)

Here are the rules:

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Flash (flood) Fiction

Flash (flood) Fiction


Clouds rumbled overhead, heralding the arrival of rain. The first drops met the ground sporadically, evaporating on the scorched earth, yet soon began to fall with more urgency, each grounded drip attracted to another like a magnet. They quickly joined forces, grouping to form rivulets, as they forged an unrelenting path through the desert sand.

Spurred on by the legions of droplets rushing to join from above, the liquid fingers spread outwards, searching for cracks to explore. Downwards they groped, caressing the untouched rock, probing further. Once the route had been scouted, ahead of the torrent, the eager surge asserted control, breaking through into…


For a moment, the fluid was once again suspended in air, free-falling and cascading, finally grounded for a second time, pooling wide and deep. The resulting splash echoed across the cavern until it ebbed into silence, save for a rhythmic drip that became less frequent as the minutes passed. Above, the deluge had abated and moved on, unaware of the repercussions it had triggered beneath.

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