NYCMidnight, home of zillions of different writing contests, is having some quickies. Micro Challenges, 100-character-including-spaces stories which must include a provided word.
I can see their point. I’ve written and read Twitter-length 140-character stories before, and frankly some of them are too tedious to get through. I mean, by the 120th character you’re just ready for some resolution already. How long can you pad out a conversation? Like reading a 19th century Russian tweet or something, I keep falling asleep. And the way some writers telegraph the ending in the second word, there’s no point in finishing them at all. Much better to trim away all that redundant crap and stick to the basics.
So here are my entries. We were allowed three. My word was “tape.” I added titles afterward for fun, but all the stories are 10 words or less.
Even as she killed him over his penny-pinching ways, he smiled. She was using the bulk duct tape.
A sex tape can actually revive a career these days. We haven’t seen the last of Larry King.
Vampires don’t show in mirrors or on tape but oddly they do on webcams, which explains BatRoulette.
OK, the last one was lame, but what the hell.