All my life I wanted to face my fears. But gradually. Not, you know, by being thrown out of an airplane into a vat of tarantulas. #140novel
"I love you!" "Why." "Does it matter why?" "If you love me because I've got dissociative identity disorder and you like my other self, yes, it matters." #140novel
The dark fae-folk, the ones that steal children, don't steal anymore. Our society gives them infants in exchange for career luck.
Luke spent twelve years in the jungle searching for a cure. He found the flower in his mother's backyard--the day of her funeral.
I coughed, scratching on thru the swamp; dank weeds slick with urine tangled my bare ankles. I lost my resolve. But I found hers. #140novel
I screamed, plummeting sixty stories towards the dino-infested zoo. I screamed cuz my parachute opened. I hate my job that much. #140novel
I found her in a dumpster; married her same day. She stopped drugs, got a job, grew rich--& left me because I'm a trash collector.
What got me about this guy wasn't his Mohawk, piercings, or leather. It was his worn copy of Trumpet of the Swan by EB White. #140novel daw
I came. I saw. I ran away screaming as the giant scorpion whipped its stinger at me. I returned with bug spray. I conquered. #140novel
You can read some other twitter-length short stories from me here, and if you like very, very dark horror about feminism and death, you can read that here, and if you like sad flash fiction about mothers you can read one here, and if you like dialogue-heavy flash-fiction about scifi and speech impediments you can read that here, and if you just want to choose a free short story your own dang self you can do that here.