Twitter Fiction

Twitter Stories

Some years ago I came across ‘Twitter Stories’ and suddenly found a use for my Twitter account! There are some great daily prompts out there for both poetry and stories. My favourites at the moment are – #ThePush, #microprompt and #haikuchallenge

Sometimes I just put them up with the hashtag #vss.

Here are a few of my offerings:

At the end of a lengthy build I’d gained a tremendous looking conservatory and disposed of a seriously tedious wife.

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He felt her pat on his shoulder, it was time. Entering the regeneration chamber he wondered if she’d be part of his next life.

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The fold in his neck, where one layer of fat overlapped another, is where I inserted the needle. He didn’t feel a thing.

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She used to get under my skin, so annoying. She’d paddle around in my blood stream and then exit from one orifice or another.

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It was officially the last day of his life. A van had arrived to take him away to be incinerated. A new baby could now be born.

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Poured his life-saving medicine down the sink; flushed his tablets down the toilet. Now let’s see how long the bastard lasts!

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Heard her again last night, whispering in the shadows. Wish now I’d cut her tongue out before I buried her in the basement.

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The knowledge that it was your fault was tearing me apart. I could either tell someone or kill you myself. I chose the latter.

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I wait by your body until I’m sure you’ve breathed your last breath. Then I wait some more just to ensure you’re really dead.

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He was pleased that, at last, the boy had climbed the beanstalk. He’d run out of bread and needed new bones to bake some more.

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Managed to get him to curl up tight before rigour mortis set in. That way I had no trouble getting his body into the suitcase.

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I told them I’d had enough. All I wanted to do was curl up and die.They had a quick meeting and agreed to my request.

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The television watched me intently. Every time I tried to change channel to watch the football it gave me a menacing growl.

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They stood on the bridge, looking at the dark water below. “We’ll go together,” she said. As he leapt, she changed her mind.

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In a panic goldilocks shot Baby Bear dead. Mummy and Daddy Bear rushed towards her. She fired twice more before returning to her porridge.

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The call of love was in the air. Trouble was, I was getting so much earache from the wife, I never heard it.

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I was able to hop over the growing pool of his blood without messing up my new trainers. Now, what to do with the bloody knife?

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She listened to the message again.
“Guess what? I’m out. Thought I’d give you a call.”
She shivered. How’d he got her number?

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The tattoo on her breast said,”If you can read this, you’re too close!” As I looked up she buried her teeth into my neck.

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The vicar’s venomous sermon filled the church. Watching angels could take no more. The lightning bolt hit him mid-sentence.

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they don’t work on me,
the pathetic, tearful eyes –
I’m not your mother

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Her pithy, sarcastic comments, cut through me like a knife. My revenge would be  equally short and sweet, if a little bloodier.

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The wound was painful but superficial. The sunglasses would help. Keep people from noticing. She wouldn’t tell, she never did.

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He was the master of the one line, pithy comment, delivered effortlessly, with that sarcastic grin. Our leader was a monster.

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As soon as she came through the door I saw the red rose pinned to her coat. I quickly tore mine from my lapel and headed for the exit.

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His pithy Facebook comments were witty and cutting. You dreaded that invitation to be ‘a friend’.

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He was in the market for souls, lost or otherwise. His contract promised them the earth. Desperate folk never read the small print. 

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She’d given him a choice, “Leave or I’ll shoot you’. By the look on his face she knew he was going to be difficult. She fired.

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On his way to market Harry was offered magic beans for his cow. He hesitated briefly before saying no. What was Voldermot up to?

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She wasn’t keeping up with the others, so Jenny was put in the ‘slow readers group’. This suited her. It’s where all the boys were. 

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Every year fresh daisies grew up around where we’d buried her body – forcing their way up through cracks in the concrete patio.

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The pink cherry blossom caught in her long blond hair contrasted beautifully with the blood oozing from the hole in her forehead.

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Not keeping up with the Jones’ was a cardinal sin. Punishment was swift – snubbed by the neighbours and barred from the Golf Club. 

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I feel nothing –
your untimely death is
an irrelevance

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He was not keeping up with them as they trudged towards the last spaceship. If he missed it he’d have a 20 minute wait for the next. 

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Yellow puss oozed from the swollen blisters around his lips. She licked her lips in anticipation of their first kiss.  

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He knew they were there, lurking beneath the manhole covers. These monsters once lived in his head now they were on the move. 

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you create havoc –
as you waltz through our lives
destroying our dreams

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No one saw him lift the manhole cover and drop her unconscious body into the murky depths. The sewer rats would soon finish her off. 

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The missing hat from the coat stand in the hallway worried her. He wasn’t here yet. Something must be wrong. He was never late. 

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It was a complete mix up. She wanted love, a home, a huge mortgage, marriage, lots of children, commitment. I just wanted sex.  

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to fill empty veins
he would have to strike again
before the sun rose

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What a mix up at the airport. The wife arrested for drug smuggling, the kids taken into care. Looks like being a restful holiday. 

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Everything had been going so well until that fateful mix up. He still had his own mind, but where the hell had this body come from. 

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new teach yourself book –
’10 Ways To Kill Your Husband’ –
first one didn’t work

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He cringed. What a mix up. Somehow he’d managed to get the wrong body into the wrong coffin. Fortunately, nobody really cared. 

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It was a comprehensive list, with helpful illustrations, entitled – ’10 Ways To Kill Your Husband’. Number 6 worked a treat.

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Baby Bear
saw Daddy Bear
kissing Goldilocks

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Goldilocks knew Humpty was planning on going to the papers. He’d become a threat to her plans. Killing him was her only option.

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him, next door but one,
would visit mum on Tuesdays –
dad had no idea

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As the dinner gong sounded the girls noticed young Ben was missing. They licked their lips. They’d not had roast boy for ages.

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He went to wipe the jam from the corner of her mouth, she growled and bit his finger. Maybe it was time Gran went into a home.

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the key to your heart
is so broken and rusty
I’ll never get in

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Cinderella left the ball early and made sure she took her shoes with her. There’s no way she wanted that creepy prince finding her.

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The box arrived in the post this morning. Her limbs and torso were as I had packed them but, to my horror, her head was missing.

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The King was at a loss for words. How on earth was he going to get Humpty’s remain off the croquet lawn before afternoon tea.

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According to the pictures in her new book, “13 Ways To Kill Your Husband’, he shouldn’t be moving like that, so she hit him again.

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Cinders had no intention of going to the ball. She pawned the silver shoes and put the coach on eBay. Come midnight she’d be long gone. 

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They carved their initials into the trunk. The gnarly tree winced as the knife sliced through its skin. Another unwanted tattoo.

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