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martes, 9 de abril de 2013

Very short stories

Collected from more than a year on Twitter. I wrote some of these for the hashtags #FiveWordStories, #scarytales, and #TBSFA;


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No Oxygen. Balloons For Free.

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The sun came back. Cold.

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A dark room. The two men struggled. He fell. He took the gun. BANG. Silence. The corpse stood up.

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After much fighting and revolting, the dragon resolved to quit smoking.

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When David turned off the lights, the atmosphere turned off too. Again. 

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Julien had to buy back his watch from the museum. Apparently, in 5000 years, the value of a watch goes higher than the value of money. 

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Ω materialized & chaos ensued. α knew not to trust her eyes. Things looked grim, but in the end, α and π managed to defeat Ω together. 

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In 1987, NASA sent a message to space: Is there anyone out there? In 2114, NASA received a message from space: No. 

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Frank began to fly and kept going until he reached the moon. Frank finally understood what his mother meant. Never trust the dog. 

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When the monster under Thomas’ bed went from eating his shoes to his teddy bear, oh, that’s when Thomas knew there was trouble. 

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When the sun blew up, Mark breathed with relief.

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Billy’s mother informed Billy’s friend that he couldn’t go play ball. As she pointed out, good boys don't cause zombie outbreaks.

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Roger’s robot slammed the door. Serge’s dragon responded accordingly.




viernes, 22 de marzo de 2013

One room, two stories


Writing exercise

Describe the same classroom in two different ways: one for the opening paragraph of a horror story, the other for a romantic comedy.

The classroom: One translucent door. Wooden floor, chairs and tables. Tall white walls. Very little things, very little people. 8 people. 9 if we count the teacher. Two windows. Lots of light coming in. First floor.

Horror:

There were only two way of out the room: the door or the window. The fall would be ugly. The tables were short and the wooden floor was noisy. There was nowhere to hide. A shadow came to the door. Two ways out: the door or the window.


Romantic Comedy:

The classroom was big and empty, and unlike your classrooms of primary school, the decoration and the entertainment were minimal. So, the students made like plants: they got together and headed to the windows to catch the sunlight. As he got closer to her, his steps sounded like a rocking chair. She tried to look elsewhere. The classroom gave her nothing to look at. So she took to writing on the tables.