The Batch of Micro-Fiction #45
Micro-fiction contributions from all around Substack!
Hi! Welcome to another edition of the Batch!
What a nice week it was! Thanks everyone for writing with me. We’ve experimented with some longer micros by the end of the week. Let me know if that’s something that you enjoyed, or if you want to stick to the classic dosage of 50-100!
Today we’re taking it back to 50 so you train those trimming muscles again!
Our prompt for today is TELEPORTATION
Write a story in 50 words!
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The slogan of Teleportations Ltd. was clear — From A to B, in a Flash!
Breakthrough technology, you blinked and you were on the other side of the planet.
In the basements of Teleportations, the soulless shells of the travelers piled up.
Maybe you traveled in the flesh, but not yours
Ocean
Wanderer
Woods
Moonglow
Kevin
Thank you all for joining in on this adventure!
Have a great rest of the weekend!
~Miguel
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[25-05-03; 50mg of Teleportation; I'm sorry, it's 53 over par but I was having so much fun I just couldn't not]
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By the time Byron returned from his grand tour - a rite of passage nowadays, and far quicker than the likes of his namesake a millennium earlier - taking in a hundred favourite destinations, he wasn't the same guy anymore.
Folks could tell just by gawping at him.
All those mementos, fused like that, to take with him for the rest of his days, where’er he roamed.
There was a fly, another fly, another fly, an ant, an anteater, a bear (it’s Byron, remember), a duck-billed platypus, another fly... and finally, from Woolloomooloo, Sidney, Australia, a boomerang.
He did come back, after all.
Teleportation
Three times the foreigner at the door explained he was here by “teleportation”.
I checked his eyes for drug-use, wrists for hospital bracelets.
Having repeatedly pointed to a large van outside … I was confident he mis-understand his word.
But then he brought my flat-screen in. It all became clear.