Hello, all. I’m trying to work on being more economical with my words, so I’ve given myself a homework assignment. I’m writing a series of ultrashorts, 140 characters or less, on Twitter, of course. They’re not likely to be good, but the challenge is rewarding.
Try it with me, I’d love to see your short stories, and I’ll post some here.
“When it returned the 3rd night, it no longer seemed content to shriek and stare through empty sockets. It wanted something. Something alive.”
“When the sun failed to come up one autumn morning, we burned coal, wood, and our money. By winter, we were burning each other.”
“When the fire died down, and the wreckage of the crash could be sifted through, nothing made sense, least of all the dozen extra skulls.”
“We shared our last breath, back and forth, until it burned our lungs. The rising pressure of the black water played a steady funeral rhythm.”
“A silhouette projected on the blinds by streetlight frosts my heart. It is only the outline of a man. Yet this is my third floor window.”
“She looked at me with those eyes, those bloodshot eyes, and I knew this was no longer the woman I loved. She was dead to me.” – Chris Vaughn, of Terror Tortellini
“The breathing was all we heard. But when it ceased there was nothing I wanted to hear more. Until it was right behind me.” – Cameron Bell, @XxCanNibalCamxX
“I never went into her bedroom again, but made a ritual in the hall of laying down newspapers wherever she had trickled out under the door.” – Andrew
(if you object to me posting your shorts here, drop me an email, and I’ll remove them)
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3 thoughts on “Metapost: Ultrashorts”
Great idea – love your work as always!
I love these, they implicate the perfect amount of plot for my brain to try to fill in the blanks. These are great for sticking between your stories.
"I never went into her bedroom again, but made a ritual in the hall of laying down newspapers wherever she had trickled out under the door."