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Writing, Poems, AARs, and Stories - The Storyteller's Hall / Re: A Microfiction Thread
« Last post by Rob_Haines on Today at 12:12:46 AM »As Jubal knows, I'm also one of these fabled microfiction writers. I went through a period of posting daily microfic for a while in 2022, and I've got over a hundred microfiction stories in my archives at this point.
I recently put up all my microfiction on my website https://www.robhainescreative.space/writing/fiction/microfiction/, but here's one of my favourites:
I recently put up all my microfiction on my website https://www.robhainescreative.space/writing/fiction/microfiction/, but here's one of my favourites:
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While We Run
The Millennium Hounds are on our trail, and reality collapses in their wake.
All they do is hunt, through metaphysical space and digital bolthole, and all we can do is flee.
But while we run - while we cling on to those dear to us so none become misplaced along these liminal routes - we tell oral histories of what brought us here. The shared mythology of our childhoods, our adulthoods, the before-times when we could speak freely.
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It began with embargos and user agreements, as if art only existed to be used. Then, emboldened, they reached further. Opinions, love, nostalgia, all fell beneath their purview, enshrined in unjust law. They spun up walled gardens, temples for adoration of their properties beneath the all-seeing algorithmic eye of our new media gods.
When we took a stand - the collective “we”, across disparate countries and cultures and communities - they set the dogs on us.
We dare not invoke true names, for that only draws the Hounds quicker. Instead, we speak in metaphor, in twice-displaced synonym of the Unknown Physician and their empathy, of the half-decade Galactic Journey, of the Pantheon of Many Worlds.
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We have been running for so long now, there are those of us who know nothing but our Hound-fueled retellings. Sometimes we wonder if our stories have deviated far enough from their sources that we are free.
But still we feel the breath of the hunters, hot on our necks. Still, we lose friends to the ether as each transient community we build is shattered and rent in the pursuit of profit.
In our darker moments, we fear - collectively, huddled around our intangible campfire - that the Hounds have hunted too long; that in seeking out adaptation and inspiration, their instincts draw them to the very concept of fiction.
And yet we persist, telling stories in the dark.
You're quite into screenshot projects, right? I seem to remember you doing something for Outer Wilds on a similar basis.
