Six-Word Sci-Fi: Stories Written by You
THIS MONTH’S PROMPT
In 6 words, compose a story about a wormhole found in your closet.
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MAY2022
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A Story About a Futuristic Meal Gone Wrong
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THE PRINTER RAN OUT OF FLAVOR.
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— Stuart Hodgson, through e-mail
Honorable Mentions:
Waiter, I bought polynyocominnucloride, not biconvocominleucloride.— Carolyne Gibson, through Facebook
Robot breakdowns– leaving just Mom’s cooking.— Marc Ringel, through e-mail
Suddenly I recognized, I’m the food.— @nicoestr, through Twitter
So complete. Method a lot of gigabytes.— Jim Frentz, through e-mail
Call the server, my soup’s pixelating.— Rick Veenstra, by means of e-mail
Waiter, my soup has actually been pestered!— @nostalgicbookishness, by means of Instagram
Please examine genome compatibility prior to consuming.— @sebastiancastro, by means of Instagram
Steak tablet took off in the hydrator.— Shelvine Berzerk Erasmus, through Facebook
I was starving. Was it.— Jake McCormack, by means of Facebook
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APRIL2022
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A Story About Surviving a High-Tech Disaster
ILLUSTRATION: VIOLET REED
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MY HANDS, ONCE AGAIN, WERE MINE.
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— John DeFilippi, by means of e-mail
Honorable Mentions:
Grandma, inform me about the memes.— E. E. Eon, through e-mail
Just more than happy you are analog.— Maarten Visscher, by means of e-mail
There’s strawberry jam inside the VCR.— @Plan_Prep_Live, by means of Twitter
The robotics will not stop feeding me.— @lithohedron, by means of Twitter
And then the battery went out.— @thedigifish, through Instagram
On Earth, I ‘d been noticable dead.— @bower_mink, by means of Instagram
Luckily, the quantum untangler was near.— Antti Karjalainen, by means of Facebook
I’m outdoors! We are all outdoors!— Paul Hubner, by means of e-mail
Huh, your DNA can’t be validated.— Jason Rosenberg, through e-mail
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A Story About an Extraordinary Coincidence
ILLUSTRATION: VIOLET REED
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“THAT’S ME!” SHE EXCLAIMED, CROSSING DIMENSIONS.
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— Joyce, by means of e-mail
Honorable Mentions:
I composed this very same story the other day.
— @tatiang, by means of Twitter
Source: Six-Word Sci-Fi: Stories Written by You .
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