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Advantage to writing a #TwtStory No. 10: Generates ideas for longer, publishable stories. Join me with 270 character stories using the x/bsky neutral tag
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Moneypenney wheeled Baby Bond into Blofeld’s lair in his Aston Martin KdZ-7 carriage. Blofeld turned up his nose. “I admit, he’s cute in that tuxedo, but how much harm can an infant do?”
A giggle and a loud rip.
His henchmen choked.
WDDs. Weapons of diaper destruction. #TwtStory
Junior spies Kelly and Alex donned their Sticky Lil Fingers spymasters gear and opened the door to the crawl space. They squeezed between the walls until they reached their objective. Except Kelly’s teen sister poked fingers through both eye holes. Abort mission. Run. #TwtStory
Juni Bono, spy kid, pulled on his Tyvek fight suit and jumped into the autocopter. His sister Carmen teased, “Daddy’s gonna be pissed.” He ignored her, hit the switch. The gyro blades roared. He eased the joystick. The copter crashed into the dome.
“Super pissed now.” #TwtStory
Harriet the Spy hid her stink bomb under her coat. She sneaked past the girl’s room, the library, drew up at Mrs. Eevel’s classroom, opened the door. Mrs. Obershoot shouted, “You wouldn’t dare.”
She tossed it.
The looks on their faces made it worth six-years’ detention. #TwtStory
Johnny Drake, kid spy, watched the babysitter from behind the tree. He wore a trench coat and littered the yard with candy cigarette butts. Her shadow fell over him.
Busted.
He’d never ever talk.
She held his gaming console over the toilet.
He sang like a blackbird at dawn. #TwtStory
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Advantage to writing a #TwtStory No. 22: Build an audience for your fiction. Join me with 270 character stories using the x/bsky neutral tag
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Advantage to writing a #TwtStory No. 22: Build an audience for your fiction. Join me with 270 character stories using the x/bsky neutral tag
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Advantage to writing a #TwtStory No. 5: Focus your writing skills by communicating only what's essentail. Join me with 270 character stories using the x/bsky neutral tag
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Advantage to writing a #TwtStory No. 5: Focus your writing skills by communicating only what's essentail. Join me with 270 character stories using the x/bsky neutral tag
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Ted and Sally’s parents sat them down for a talk. Not THE talk but a talk. “Children, it’s time you learned something. There’s no Easter Bunny. We put out the eggs.”
Ted furrowed his brow. “Does that mean no Santa?”
“Heavens, no. We won’t break that news until you’re 10.”
#TwtStory
Ted and Sally’s parents sat them down for a talk. Not THE talk but a talk. “Children, it’s time you learned something. There’s no Easter Bunny. We put out the eggs.”
Ted furrowed his brow. “Does that mean no Santa?”
“Heavens, no. We won’t break that news until you’re 10.” #TwtStory
Jenny wanted to know why they couldn’t get toys on Easter like they did on Christmas.
Her mother said, “Christmas is special. If you got toys every holiday, Christmas wouldn’t be special anymore.”
Billy said, “But mom, does that mean I’m not special like Jenny after all?” #TwtStory
Jenny wanted to know why they couldn’t get toys on Easter like they did on Christmas.
Her mother said, “Christmas is special. If you got toys every holiday, Christmas wouldn’t be special anymore.”
Billy said, “But mom, does that mean I’m not special like Jenny after all?”
#TwtStory
Margaret looked in the trash can and found all the Easter eggs from the hunt buried inside. She cleaned them. “Girls, aren’t you going to eat your eggs?”
“They suck. We like Peeps.”
Janice cracked one, took a bite. Then she dumped them back and reached for a Peep as well.
#TwtStory
Margaret looked in the trash can and found all the Easter eggs from the hunt buried inside. She cleaned them. “Girls, aren’t you going to eat your eggs?”
“They suck. We like Peeps.”
Janice cracked one, took a bite. Then she dumped them back and reached for a Peep as well. #TwtStory
Brad Buhlee told little Timmy his Easter eggs sucked. “Mine are way better.”
Jesus tapped him on the shoulder. “Then you should share.”
“Share? You big loser. My dad will sue your dad into the poorhouse.”
His father phoned him from hell. “Brad? What did you do this time?” #TwtStory
Brad Buhlee told little Timmy his Easter eggs sucked. “Mine are way better.”
Jesus tapped him on the shoulder. “Then you should share.”
“Share? You big loser. My dad will sue your dad into the poorhouse.”
His father phoned him from hell. “Brad? What did you do this time?”
#TwtStory
The Easter Bunny ran across Jesus preparing for Easter at the Starbucks. “Seriously? Easter’s about me, dude. Have you ever seen Jesus Peeps or Jesus eggs?”
Jesus sipped his latte. Stroked his beard. “My dad’s the biggest, baddest dad ever. Do you know who your dad is?” #TwtStory
The Easter Bunny ran across Jesus preparing for Easter at the Starbucks. “Seriously? Easter’s about me, dude. Have you ever seen Jesus Peeps or Jesus eggs?”
Jesus sipped his latte. Stroked his beard. “My dad’s the biggest, baddest dad ever. Do you know who your dad is?”
#TwtStory
#TwtStory Upcoming: Five tweet stories on Easter
#TwtStory Upcoming: Five tweet stories on the subject: Easter
Advantage to writing a #TwtStory No. 10: Generates ideas for longer, publishable stories. Join me with 270 character stories using the x/bsky neutral tag
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Bob hated nature walks. Both the walking and nature. “It’s so damned hot,” he whined.
Sue said, “Stop complaining, Bob, It’s a bright, sunny day.”
“So bright the grass is on fire and the trees are melting?”
“That would be the alien magnifying glass in front of the sun.” #TwtStory
Jan was afraid to pet the wolf cub at the petting zoo. “Don’t they bite?”
The guide said, “Nothing to worry about. Their bark is worse than their bite.”
She pulled her hand back, her fingers shredded and bloody. “Their bark’s worse than this?”
“You should hear their bark.” #TwtStory
Karen dreaded her camping trip with boyfriend Mark. She was a city girl, never imagined leaving it. While hiking through the trees she said, “Snakes scare me.”
“Don’t worry. They’re more scared of you.”
A rattlesnake drop from a limb and bit her.
“Except those snakes.” #TwtStory
Mavis finally agreed to a hike in the country with her grandmother June. Away from the city, she felt rejuvenated. The air so fresh, the trees much greener. She bent to pick a flower.
“Don’t know much about plants, do you?”
“It’s pretty.”
“It’s surrounded by poison ivy.” #TwtStory
Bob loaded up his fishing gear and kissed his wife goodbye. She said, “Why do you fish? Those fish never did hurt you.” Bob rolled his eyes and drove to the river.
When the bear dragged Bob to his lair his wife said, “I don’t get peopling. Those people never hurt you?” #TwtStory
