Microfiction is My Favowrite Genre
Really Short, Short Stories Are Easy and Fun To Write and Read
Like just about everyone else these days my attention span is only a Plancks length long. In case you don't know, a Plancks length is the shortest measurable unit of distance, in other words, very short. Focusing on any one thing for more than 5-10 seconds really stresses me out, so, when I learned about the exciting and fun world of microfiction I knew this genre was the one for me. At last I had found a place where I could churn out hundreds of shitscicles for publication and/or read hundreds of other people's crapstorms in mere moments. Microfiction allows me to scratch my reading and writing itch without all the investment in hard work, thinking things through, and whatnot that comes along with reading and writing in all those other "boring" genres of yesteryear. I mean, who has time for long form fiction? Snoozefest. Even so called 'short' stories take so much freakin effort, and time I just don't have to spare. My job as an app developer for a major silicon valley corporation keeps me so busy I barely have time to stop for a massage in the office spa more three times a week, let alone to read or write a 3-10 page epic, that is probably about as exciting as whatever non exciting thing I would use as an analogy if I were not such a terrible writer with such a short attention span, which, it should be obvious by now that I am.
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Everyday Junglist
About me. You know how everyone says to be a successful writer you should focus in one or two areas. I continue to prove them correct.
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Roughly speaking the Japanese written on the headstone in the small Tokyo graveyard translated as follows. Here lies Shinzo Ito, the man who never fell. Born Oct. 29, 1900, died Sept. 3, 1981. Shinzo is believed to be the only adult on planet earth who never once, from the time of his first steps as a toddler in Nagasaki, to the time of his death in Tokyo, fell out of control down to his knees or worse. He was not a particularly athletic man, nor was he particularly clumsy. He was not particularly intelligent, nor unusually dull. He was not extremely handsome, nor was he considered ugly. He was not rich, nor was he ever poor. In fact, he was average in almost every measurable way, but for one, he never fell once in his life; from the day he drew his first breath to the day he breathed his last, dying peacefully in his sleep at age 81, after lying down under his own power to go to sleep for the night. Shinzo died unaware of his amazing accomplishment. His wife reported that his last words whispered to her as he fell asleep the night of his passing were, goodnight honey, I love you. Shinzo is survied by his wife Anyi, two adult children Akira and Akima and three grandchildren all of whom, like every other adult human known to exist on planet earth, have fallen at least once in their lives.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Aristotle and the Student of Logic.
🌀 Aristotle’s Logic… Gone Delightfully Haywire Aristotle stood beneath the olive tree, stroking his beard with the serene confidence of a man who believed the universe could be tamed by syllogisms... That it could be schooled by reasoning in which conclusions are drawn from two premises, with a common or middle term being present in the premises...but not in the conclusion.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Fiction
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"I'm so glad I came across your microfiction. It's the perfect way to start my day. I always laugh out loud when I read your stories. And they make me think too. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world."