Microfiction is fiction written in the smallest word count possible. All these have been written within 280 characters.
Flipboard made by dreams soar and then smashed them to pieces. Last month I published a post on ‘How to write your first novel’and the views went crazy in 24 hours. I started to gain the stats I thought I could only dream about. Two thousand views in 24 hours.
Tommy stared at the screen. Five percent battery left, how was that possible? He needed to log onto Facebook and find the next set of instructions for the mission. The tube rattled along the tracks making the familiar noises. Tommy turned his body away from the rather overweight man sat beside him. He needed privacy to log in. As much privacy as you could get on a busy tube carriage. If only Tommy could remember the code that extended your battery. He remembered seeing if you pressed a combination you could access the reserve battery. It was no good, Tommy couldn’t remember the sequence. Tommy pressed the familiar F logo on his phone and everything went black. He looked in despair at the phone. Punching the home button with his thumb, nothing happened. Tommy swore, earning himself a tut from the elderly woman sitting opposite him. How Tommy would have loved to follow the old bat home and make her pay. She would have to wait he had another mission to fulfil today. That was if he could ever access the details of it on his phone. Why had he left home without his charger? He was so sure he had enough battery. He had thrown the phone on the wireless charger last night. Only to discover when he was on the tube that it hadn’t charged. Tommy needed a phone charger and he needed one fast. As he stepped out of the train in search, he spotted exactly what he needed. A guy walked in front of him. He had a leather jacket, black jeans and trainers. What attracted Tommy was the phone in his hand which was connected via a lead to his backpack. He had to have a mobile charger in that backpack. What more, they had the same phone.
How to use criticism to enhance your writing. Last week one of my pieces was rejected from a publication, that I love. Unlike previously, I agreed with the editor. I needed a kick up the arse to up my game. This isn’t the first time this has happened to me. I wrote about this, in a previous post. This, however, is the first time I agreed with the reasons for rejection.