The Tweeting of Story
As mentioned previously, the short, short, short story contest started tonight, and I said I'd share my work, so here it is.
The word for the day was... reality.
1) Jason placed his head in his hands as the reality sank in. She was gone, and she had taken his dog with her. He smiled. That dog has fleas.
2) Reality warps and folds in on itself around the disabled starliner. I watch in awe from the observation deck as the black hole consumes us.
3) "What do you do when you can no longer tell reality from fantasy?" The pixie eyed me incredulously, and moved to a farther seat on the bus.
The word for the day was... reality.
1) Jason placed his head in his hands as the reality sank in. She was gone, and she had taken his dog with her. He smiled. That dog has fleas.
2) Reality warps and folds in on itself around the disabled starliner. I watch in awe from the observation deck as the black hole consumes us.
3) "What do you do when you can no longer tell reality from fantasy?" The pixie eyed me incredulously, and moved to a farther seat on the bus.