- What would it take to soar, to see more than the shores of the world? To see mountains and peaks rather than anchors deep?
- Ruby slippers, Moulin Rouge scarlet lady, rosa American Beauty, and crimson tension. Film's red herrings are the cherry on top.
- The Bride scooped pebbles instead of birdseed from her cleavage. Staring at her hand the Groom said, Let me help with that.
- The Mad Scientist's only friend watched in awe as his who-know-how-many-th experiment transported all the friends who left back.
- Kids room empty, bed unmade, toys scattered down the hall of silent picture frames. The scent of alcohol soaked the CPS order.
- He chewed his cheek to keep from smiling and be accused of smirking while watching her pace, violently cleaning as she spewed.
- He cheered, fingers hooked in the fence behind homeplate as James crossed and came behind to pick up his crutches.
- Mom, what are we going to do? The news broadcast forebodingly blared. Honey, we help. Humanity at its best is selfless.
- OMG!...You permed your hair...Poodle head!...Poo head! - Laughter echoed off metal lockers and tiled walls.
- Mr. Itoldyouso raged from his side of the fence, gesturing at his damaged roof as the Treehugger family planted a memorial acorn.
- They are not pets and toys, you know. Max needs to learn that lions and rockets are real and dangerous. Santa won't bring them.
- The protester warning of the hospital's chronic staph infections tripped in front of the ER and was rushed inside for treatment.
- The nubile piano prodigy blushed and under lash flirted; praise gushed from peers while the past prime critic adored from afar.
- Instead of electric blue, her hair was nuclear green. Her pale scalp was divided forehead to nape. Never trust a student stylist.
- Folklore cities changed by cold iron & steel. Creature intuities caged and heel. Urban mythologies revealed as relevant & real.
- 24 hour stomach virus. Easiest not-really-ill, need a sick day excuse for missing the deadline Ms. Type A forgot, with sympathy.
- Spitfire bangs punctuated the air like angry exclamation points. Emerging, I saw my welcome committee in the sign's sunlit holes.
- Old people chit-chat, playing chess with thin air. RNs shake their head and say, There-there. Ghosts sneer unseen.
Showing posts with label Twiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Twiction. Show all posts
Monday, October 17, 2016
Week 1 of #twiction by @JennStories
2016 October 8-16
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Twitterature... Twiction...
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Is it possible to tell a story in 140 characters or less? 140 characters! That's not a word limit, it's a character limit which averages out to be about 12 words. The average English sentence is 16 words or 160 characters. How is a story told in 140 characters?
"How to Tweet Like a Pro in 140 Characters - Or Less" talks a bit about this. The author states that writing tweets actually makes people a better writer because "every sentence is a complete idea with a minimum of fluff and needless words."
There are several tricks to conserving characters when writing twitter literature or twitter fiction.
- Use contractions freely.
- Try to avoid "and" "or" "but" as well as other conjunctions.
- Drop pronouns, especially "that"
- Stop using the "I" it makes the sentences more declarative.
- Use numbers, don't spell them out.
- Don't double space between words.
- Drop the very last period.
- Use hashtag #twiction because it's shorter than #twitterature
Some authors connect tweets together to formulate their story. In this case, the story is more of a micro-fiction series.
So why am I talking about Twiction? Because I'm venturing into the twitterverse as @JennStories where I'll be attempting to write twiction. I figure like anything else, it's going to take practice and I might as well start now.
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