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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;



No Oxygen. Balloons For Free.


The sun came back. Cold.


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


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


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


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. 


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. 


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


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


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


When the sun blew up, Mark breathed with relief.


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.


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.