T(C)TC
There's a Twitter short story competition happening at the moment and I've been throwing in a few entries. Thought I'd post here what I've submitted thus far. Some are better than others, but it's an interesting exercise.
I've tried to make these things actual stories - for the most part - pieces with a beginning, middle and end, or at least some thread of plot. A lot of the entries I've seen are just sentences and they, no matter how clever, are just not stories. Then again, I'm not one of the judges and I could have it all wrong.
(Any one who uses Twitter and is interested in entering, just submit your story with #TCTC at the end. Which means you only have 135 characters to make your impact.)
The guests scooped cake into their maws. The cook washed the dishes. The gardener wondered just where his weed killer had got to.
He cowered in the bushes. What were those things? Cracking the gun he noticed only one round left. Behind him a twig snapped.
She blew him a kiss with tears in her eyes. The town's lights dimmed for a second. The governor looked at his watch & said, "oh shit."
She gazed into his eyes. Girl could drown in eyes as blue as that. He waved the gun impatiently. She slid the money across the counter.
"Is that my phone?" the surgeon thought as he snipped the final stitch. Sweat broke on his brow. Beneath his hands a slight vibration.
The men gazed at each other across the fire. One tin of beans left. If no plane came soon, one of them would dine on Long Pig.
John saw the truth of the universe and the magnificence of God. He realised all mankind was one. Yeah, the ecstasy had kicked in.
Lionel placed the pliers and drill in their assigned places. He was tired after a long night. The interrogation would wait another day.
"You never drink wine? Only you see, your castle is quite out of the way and these samples are very heavy. Why, I'd love a cup of tea.
I've tried to make these things actual stories - for the most part - pieces with a beginning, middle and end, or at least some thread of plot. A lot of the entries I've seen are just sentences and they, no matter how clever, are just not stories. Then again, I'm not one of the judges and I could have it all wrong.
(Any one who uses Twitter and is interested in entering, just submit your story with #TCTC at the end. Which means you only have 135 characters to make your impact.)
The guests scooped cake into their maws. The cook washed the dishes. The gardener wondered just where his weed killer had got to.
He cowered in the bushes. What were those things? Cracking the gun he noticed only one round left. Behind him a twig snapped.
She blew him a kiss with tears in her eyes. The town's lights dimmed for a second. The governor looked at his watch & said, "oh shit."
She gazed into his eyes. Girl could drown in eyes as blue as that. He waved the gun impatiently. She slid the money across the counter.
"Is that my phone?" the surgeon thought as he snipped the final stitch. Sweat broke on his brow. Beneath his hands a slight vibration.
The men gazed at each other across the fire. One tin of beans left. If no plane came soon, one of them would dine on Long Pig.
John saw the truth of the universe and the magnificence of God. He realised all mankind was one. Yeah, the ecstasy had kicked in.
Lionel placed the pliers and drill in their assigned places. He was tired after a long night. The interrogation would wait another day.
"You never drink wine? Only you see, your castle is quite out of the way and these samples are very heavy. Why, I'd love a cup of tea.