I am so excited to share with you a new, just for fun project I’m did for September 2019. If you were following me on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram, you may have seen some of these very short stories I’ve been sharing. These are called microfictions or sudden fiction, stories of 280 characters or less. In short, stories that fit in a tweet.
Microfiction existed before Twitter and has often been defined as a story of less than 100 words. The go-to example of a microfiction is attributed to Hemmingway.
The story reads: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.“
It is only six words, but tells an entire story.
For September, I have challenged myself to write one daily microfiction. And when I have five, I’ll post them here! If you want to see them as they come out, check out my social media (Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram.)
So far, writing these fics has been a wonderful excercise for getting my creative juices moving in the morning, and I can even see some longer works growing from each of these little projects!
I made a video for the first one, which you can watch below. And you can read all five stories, with the graphics I made for each too.
If you have an idea for a future P&P microfiction story you’d like to see me write, drop it in the comments. Also, if any of these little ficlets makes you want to see a longer work, let me know! I might do it (or I might not. I go where the muse leads me, lol).
UPDATE: Every one of these stories are now on mugs! You can check them out here.
September Pride and Prejudice Microfiction Challenge, Stories 1-5
Enjoy This Video and Microfictions:
Inspired by a plot bunny from Stephanie Moats.
“Hmmm…,” Elizabeth sighed over her morning chocolate.
Her eyes shot open. “What is it?”
You have something on your cheek. She rubbed it. “Now?”
Darcy stood, walked three steps, leaned in, licked.
“I may have something on my lips.”
Inspired by a plot bunny from Elizabeth Ann West.
Aunt Catherine was, as usual, overly solicitous. “I found Georgiana lovely sheet music…”
Darcy’s gaze flitted to Elizabeth. Richard was flirting, blast him!
Perhaps Aunt Catherine could be persuaded to host a ball?
Darcy wished, very much, to dance with Elizabeth again.
Thank You for Reading! I’ll have these in a book soon, but in the meantime, every story is currently on a mug! You can learn more below.
Let me know what you think about these in the comments! Also, if you have something you’d like to see in a future microfic, leave a comment and let me know! I’ll shout you out on social media and in the next blog post!
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Beneath a gray and weeping sky, a Royal Mail stagecoach trundled north towards Derbyshire. Miss Elizabeth Bennet wished to pretend it was all a grand adventure, but three days being jounced about until her muscles and teeth ached and three nights in tiny coaching inn rooms with the thin, ill-tempered maid Mrs. Gardiner had insisted Elizabeth bring as a chaperone, had robbed Elizabeth of her sense of wonder. Her eyelids were stiff, her hair itched, and she stank.
“Lizzy, you have convinced me.” Mr. Bennet stood, his lips tight with the corners turned downwards with an uncharacteristic frown. “If our Lydia is incapable of weathering the perils of Brighton on her own, then you, being possessed of a keen sense and an agile mind, must accompany her.”
The afternoon sky hung gray and heavy over Pemberley, an ill portent for the afternoon ride to the posting inn and an excellent one for the evening with her husband. After ten days apart, Elizabeth would spend the evening tangled in Mr. Darcy’s arms as the rain pounded the posting inn’s roof.
Thirst. Elizabeth that she had never truly been thirsty before. Before, drinking happened without a second thought; a servant was called, and Elizabeth drank. Now, her tongue lay like dry dough in her mouth. Elizabeth ran her fingers along the damp, stone floor. Her chained leg clinked with her movement. The links ran to an iron ring nailed into the wall, too dark and too far away to see.