Story Time, Volume 39
This week's @DailyMicroFiction twitter stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"Suck it, Ozymandias", sprayed in dripping green paint.
Historians wonder what the original message was — all that remains is graffiti.
A blue bird sings a syntonic song, at once discordant and dulcet, and in its contradicting warble a universe resides.
Facing impossible deadlines, the engineers designed a mechanism that could atomize the addictive Compound X — and could fit inside a smartphone.
With each swipe the phone puffed. Engagement skyrocketed.
They congratulated themselves as the world fell apart.
"Some worry that this bail algorithm is prone to abuse," the reporter pointed out.
"We're confident in our system." She smiled. "It's passed all of the tests."
"And these are tests that the algorithm's authors designed?"
"Well of course. They're the experts, after all."
A lonely gramophone spins around, spewing sound; it waits for a listener to turn the waves into music.
Rivulets of melted water caper their way down impromptu streams as the first snowmelt cracks through winter's icy grasp.
They land on the denuded head of a moose, antlers long shed for the winter.
And on cue, deep within its skull, twin nubs of bone begin to form.
A housecat sits on a windowsill; its tail swishes slowly back and forth.
It stares out into an imaginary world, dreaming of a mouse it’s never caught.