Used to be a micro-nonfiction contest on Twitter run by Creative Nonfiction under the hashtag #cnftweet. It and William Bradley were what got me on there in the first place. creativenonfiction.org/writing/the-...
#cnftweet
I miss the #cnftweet microessays Creative Nonfiction judged.
I miss #cnftweet. Maybe we could get a micrononfiction thing going here.
Hah, I opened the app to make a post about #TinyTruth , then decided to search the hashtag to see if anyone had gotten the ball rolling. Hello, fellow #CNFtweet creator.
I think "skeet" is the colloquial term that people love to hate here, and nothing else has caught on yet. So... #CNFskeet? ;)
I miss #cnftweet !
Who remembers #cnftweet and #tinytruth ? Those were some of my favorite happening on Twitter. Here's an early one of mine. What could we call them here? #Skybits?
I'd love to see yours.
I got on Twitter in the Fall of ‘09 because William Bradley said there was a creative nonfiction contest on it, #cnftweet. By the Summer of ‘17 he was dead from cancer. I never got his debut book Fractals signed by him. I miss him.
CNF's MICRO-ESSAY CONTEST: Can you tell a true story in a tweet? "Our daily Twitter contest is a great way to get your work into Creative Nonfiction. To join, follow us @cnfonline and tag your submissions #cnftweet" | https://www.creativenonfiction.org/submissions
Ghosting out of your bed before dawn, I look back to see a flag of moonlight on the floor beneath your outstretched arm. But it's just a pillow you tossed aside during the night. I tip the door shut behind me. #cnftweet
While the new owners gut the cat lady's house, a different feral feline shows up early each morning to inspect the previous day's predation. #cnftweet
It's Friday the 13th, and I am feeling lucky not to have a nuke landed on my stoop...yet. #FridayFeeling #cnftweet
When their voices rise & slap against each other, I change the channel, leave the room: if only it had been so easy back then. #cnftweet
The raw pale gash where the limb once was darkens back into the trunk, and new leaves flutter out: How trees hide their wounds. #cnftweet
The stoop guardian takes one look at me & points to a building white with construction permits: "The new people are over there." #cnftweet
Each day at the office reminds her of every other day; each keycard, all keycards; this conference room, every abandoned plan. #cnftweet
#Work dense enough to break a toe on. #Work so fleet it spans the nation in seconds. #Work that forces a pause. Just #work. #cnftweet
August skip-stops from horror to wonder to disaster, like it also can't wait for this year to be over. #cnftweet #2017
Today I am fixating on basement bunkers, Faraday cages and cemetery plots. A #signofthetimes, or just my time? #cnftweet
When she was 20, she thought everyone was staring at her. Now at 60, she has proof of invisibility. #cnftweet
#Brooklyn squirrels bump chests atop an ivy-laced fence, synchronizing tail-slashes to warn me and a feral cat away. #cnftweet #critters
When the subway band at Union Square plays Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" on bagpipe, I weep for America and all our dead. #cnftweet @slumsuit
A sudden silence between deadlines & work calls, family updates & news alerts. I look up from my screen in panic. #cnftweet
If raging stress were a state, it would be New Jersey on a fever-hot Friday afternoon. #cnftweet #roadTrip
Drive all night with radio blasting and gas station coffee from 6 states? Yes! Sunrise in my eyes, I am still an American girl. #cnftweet
The old newspaper bar now a memorial website, my journalist dad would have raged, & cheered http://www.mmtavern.com/ #cnftweet #papyrophobia
"Move your ass out of my sightline," he hisses from behind her. When the dancer sways left, he hustles in on the right. #cnftweet #Brooklyn
The berries left over from Fourth of July stain my fingers purple, like the marks Afghani women display after they vote. #cnftweet
Is it a path through green hills or a monumental black snake? In my dream I am compelled only to follow. #cnftweet #freudwouldhaveafieldday
That was the summer all our small irks suddenly seemed like spittle in a typhoon. #cnftweet #2017 #america
#Irony = Reading every printed page of @NewYorker instead of finishing book proposal about paper & its discontents. #cnftweet #papyrophobia