I worked out that I've written about 1,500 words of fiction on twitter under the hashtag #vss (very short story), and since I haven't posted anything
here in a while I thought I'd take the lazy route and repost some of my favourites.
Some of these were written using 'tweet the random' rules that I'd made up: use a random word generator to come up with five words, use at least four of those in a #vss, hope like hell the story makes sense. So if some word choices seem a little more... well,
random than others, you'll know why.
(Posted from March 2011 to now)
Your bloodstream is a liquid buffet to me. Rapids of
sustenance spiralling round. Of course I don’t sparkle. I’m a leech not a
firefly. #vss
“I told him. Don’t say those things about Mam and me” He’s
calm now. Guards lead him away. The psychiatrist’s body cools behind him. #vss
A neat man, he liked to grapple with big questions. Was hate
distinctive to humans? Did God exist? Can’t Tesco sell a nice sandwich? #vss
“I could just eat you up!” He starts to cry. His mum
comforts him “Granny didn’t mean it!” His Gran bares her teeth, white and
strong. #vss
Beauty products. Processed food, additives. A chemical taint.
The decision not to eat human flesh is a matter of taste, not morals. #vss
Nuclear winter’s not so bad if you have the essentials, she
thinks. A solid bunker-door. Provisions. Every series of Star Trek on DVD. #vss
‘Well.’, the witch thought vengefully as the oven door
clanged shut, ‘At least the little bastards will end up with cavities.’ #vss
‘Let’s play a game.’ She ran her thumb over the knife.
Licked off the blood and ignored their whimpers. ‘You hide and I’ll seek.’ #vss
The sun is shining and there’s the scent of new blossom on
the air. The lid stays on the pills. Today is a good day not to die. #vss
“There.” Vicki drops the purple crayon she’d used to draw in
the bruises. “Now Barbie looks just like Mummy.” #vss
When he reached the seashore he thought he was safe. Turns
out zombie barnacles are very tenacious. #vss
“Look, we all voted. It was fair. Why the complaints?” Bob
the cabin boy eyes the knife and wails “We’ve only been adrift for an hour!”
#vss
You’re like a bog, she said, densely packed. I’m like the
tundra. I only seem empty; you have to look close. I don’t get it, he said.
#vss
“Ours was a tainted love” he said. “With melamine, like the
milk scandal?” I asked. “Replies like that are why we split up” he said. #vss
‘Make Yourself An Exhibition!’ Should’ve read the fine
print. My heart’s on a plinth, my face’s skin in a tidy silent scream behind
it. #vss
We overthrew all the rules. Of physics. Geometry. Now we
don’t know if up is down or what shape we are. And we’re so happy. #vss
I know the shining fracture in the sky is just the moon on
the clouds. But it’s so bright and there’s the whole universe beyond it. #vss
“Well, would you prefer I called you gorgeous patronisingly
or ironically?” he snaps. “Are those my only options?” she asks. #vss
I go on a biennial desert cure. It sears away my tears and
dries up my heart, so I can show the world a cold face for two more years. #vss
“Divorce is a terrible thing” she says “How would the kids
have coped?” I tell her she’s right and ask her gently to give me the knife.
#vss
I’ve made an iron heart to replace my old ceramic one. This
one is strong and will not crack or chip or shatter. Or let anyone in. #vss
It’s not been all bad, locked in this cellar for years. The
ants made me their king, the wall’s a good talker and I’ve kept my sanity. #vss