Like many modern people, I grapple with the concept of an afterlife. Reset Button is one of those grapples. One wishes to be useful…
Patreon Microfiction: Reset Button.
Tag: microfiction
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Domestication.’
There’s been a lot of photons burned over the idea that humans will be seen as space orcs (to which I say, MORE DAKKA), but ‘Domestication’ offers another thought: what if we’re space elves? Like the ones out of folklore? The awful folklore?
If so, I’m surprisingly cool with it.
Patreon Microfiction: ‘White Goes First.’
Everything I had to say about ‘White Goes First,’ I’ve said already in the text. I honestly don’t feel there’s anything else to say about it. Which is odd, really.
Patreon Microfiction: Imagine the Manga.
They’re not Japanese in ‘Imagine the Manga,’ by the way. Or Japanese-descended. I got this entire mythology for their schools (there are four), first taught in the Street of Fortifications…
Patreon Microfiction: Ninjaspace.
I feel that if something is called ‘Ninjaspace,’ you should probably be wary of it. Not necessarily afraid, of course. But definitely wary.
Patreon Microfiction: Clypeus.
I’m not exactly sure why ‘Clypeus.’ I don’t quite remember. The sentiment’s real, though.
Patreon Microfiction: “Super Mega-Zoom Call Activate!”
Although I dunno how well this works in real life. Assume “Super Mega-Zoom Call Activate!” exists in a world where the participants wouldn’t immediately start arguing with each other. And, sure, superpowers! Their existence wouldn’t be any less plausible, honestly.
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Long Term Plans.’
No, in fact: it did not ask first. Is that a problem? Was that wrong?
Patreon Microfiction: Final Move.
‘Final Move’ is fairly grim, from a certain point of view. Human brains just don’t handle the concept of Eternity well, I suppose. Or maybe it’s just that every story turns into something else, on a long enough schedule?
Patreon Microfiction: ‘God Mode.’
I Still haven’t decided if it’s Heaven or Hell, honestly. You could make a case either way. Depends on the kind of day you’re having, I suppose.