Twitter Fiction

[Dean]

I felt a little like doing this, but didn't want to open a Twitter account. Here goes.

Write a story within a hundred and forty characters (including spaces). Go.

 

[WarK]

They all died.

The end.

 

[Dean]

Tom went to the furnace, it gobbled him up, and his bitch bayed hallelujah.

 

[Prolescum]

Stan was in the red, but knew Lisa needed new trousers. As there was a car boot sale this weekend, Stan decided to sell items he'd accrued.

sent from my Commodore Amiga 500

 

[Dustnite]

I thought it was going to be a good day. Sometimes I even believe it. Should urine be that color?

 

[Dean]

"Rabies," he said. "Is it alive?"
"Who knows? But you won't be soon."
He shivered and foamed at the mouth.

 

[Inferno]

For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.

 

[DepricatedZero]

My time machine works, but there's this small bug. My time machine works, but there's this small bug.

 

[CEbbesen]

#swag

 

[tuxbox]

#yourmomma

 

[Engelbert]

Flip flops make terrible spy shoes. Flip! Flop! Flip! Flop! I keep getting spotted at the moment.