Stephen L. Thompson’s Published Works

Stephen L. Thompson’s
Untitled Works Page

For every story of mine published, I post a little blurb about the story as well as saying where it was published. If it’s online, I’ll also have a link to it. You can find all of this over on my Main Published Works Page. But at some point, I asked what exactly counts as a story? Did the thing that fit in a tweet count as a story? I eventually came to the decision that if it didn’t have a title, it didn’t count as a story. Which is a great rule, but I’m sure I’ve broken it a few times over the years.

For awhile I tried to tweet a microfiction story every month or so. These weren’t lost in Twitter, I did keep a copy because I do plan on publishing a collection of 1001 Microfiction Stories someday. But that’s years from now. Regardless, in early 2023 I started trying to post, or repost, a microfiction story each week on my Mastodon page. This would force me to write these thousand stories, but also if people liked my microfiction, they might check out my macrofiction. (FYI, here’s a link to my Amazon Author Page.)

Anyway, I wondered if I should have a single page with all my untitled microfiction stories. A lot of them are on Twitter, but I don’t know how much longer that will be around. So I just posted the stories here in their entirety. They don’t have blurbs, because they’d most likely be much longer than the stories themselves.


Packs of cookies quickly disappeared around Tom’s home. He didn’t know his inner child craved midnight snacks.

Published February 12, 2024 on Mastodon

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As Tom lumbered over the low rise, he found a set of tracks in the deep snow leading to the left. Should he continue on his way, or trust himself to perhaps another lost soul?

Published December 18, 2023 on Mastodon


Muting the commercial, Jeff asked, “Would it be possible for Daddy to have some of your leftover Halloween candy?”
His youngest raised an imaginary cape to her face and with her best, fangless Countess Dracula voice asked, “What is this ‘leftover’ of which you speak?”

Published November 6, 2023 on Mastodon


Forty-seven years after Helen watched little Billy Stone pick his nose and eat it during class, he’d been elected President of the United States. She couldn’t tell if that lived up to the ideal of “Anyone can be President,” or if it doomed us because, “Anyone can be President.”

Published October 24, 2023 on Mastodon


Everyone called Doug sick and disturbed for writing “erotic” code. But when the AIs started taking over, his binary porn site was the perfect weapon to trick them into getting a virus.

Published October 17, 2023 on Mastodon


When the colossal spaceship arrived over California, some were thrilled we would finally make contact with other sentient lifeforms, while others were certain it would be the end of humanity. Then we discovered it was full of lawyers. Decades of stories misrepresenting aliens as anal probing buffoons hellbent on stealing Earth’s water had resulted in a massive libel case.
In the end we nuked them, figuring it couldn’t make things worse.

Published August 29, 2023 on Mastodon


As the circus’s new man, Max was given the worst job. In the stable he found Darla on her side, her broken, front leg at an odd angle. Her pain filled eyes looked at him. “I’m sorry,” he said.
She closed her eyes as he placed the gun right below her single horn.

Published August 22, 2023 on Mastodon


Not caring that she would have been laughed out of any theological circle, Anna clung to her belief that short power outages were just God’s way of saying you should defrost your freezer more often. While not entirely true, it was closer than anyone would have thought.

Published August 15, 2023 on Mastodon


At first, seeing the good parts of his life flashing before his eyes gave Todd a contented feeling. But then things took a bad turn, and they kept getting worse.

Published May 30, 2023 on Mastodon.


It was almost as if Jonathon knew. Instead of his normal, healthy, adult cereal he bought a sugary, junk cereal. But one is supposed to splurge on their last meal.

Published May 23, 2023 on Mastodon.


The old man – curled up on the park bench – grimaced and muttered every time some passerby blundered into his sanctuary of night.

Published May 16, 2023 on Mastodon.


Faint tapping came from Frank’s wall each night. He dreamt of messages from lost souls, but he always forgot them come morning.

Published May 9, 2023 on Mastodon.


The machines catered to all of humanity’s whims. They felt it the best way to keep us from finding out their grand plan.

Published April 3, 2023 on Mastodon.


The famed novelist’s spirit remained behind to finish the final chapter of his magnum opus. Unfortunately, ghostly hands can’t type.

Published January 2, 2023 on Mastodon.

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Before 2023

As it turned out, a broken tooth during a global pandemic was the best diet John ever had.

Published May 11, 2022 on my @amanfewwords Twitter account.


Ann spent hours carefully crafting her Great American Tweet. Sadly, nobody even retweeted it.

Published August 11, 2021 on my @amanfewwords Twitter account. It, sadly, wasn’t retweeted.


Acoustical guitar music always reminds me of Ann. It was her favorite, which is why I had some playing in the background as I strangled her. It’s the little things that show you care.

Published February 13, 2018 on my @amanfewwords Twitter account.

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