As an exercise in creativity, I’ve been forcing myself to come up with stories short enough to fit within Twitter’s 140 characters. I call them “Uncomfortably Short Shorts”. It’s not easy, but it is fun. I’ve decided to post them here as well, so let me know what you think.
Here’s the first one:
Short: Every evening, Harvey the bedbug emerges from his nook & bites Rutherford on his buttocks. This eve, however, he thinketh nachos. End
Short: Olaf beamed as he slid on his new utility trousers (12 pockets & 4 clasps). If only he he’d remembered it was Naked Day at work. End
Short: “Welcome to Paradise Reef!” said Hermit Crab Pete. Of course, by Paradise he meant old, rusty can, and by Reef he meant calcified fish bits. End
Short: Like a pie in the face, Harpo Flopfoot fell in love. Sadly, his ladylove shared not his affection for novelty, squirting flowers. End
Short: Before he was the Marvelous Munsen Mullhoony, he was just a regular kid. With a mustache. And a tail. End