Can you write 25 stories in under 1000 words? Check out the 25 crazies below!
"I love people of every skin color," she said, whetting her knife. And licking her lips. Cannibals: the only time I prefer a racist. #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) December 18, 2014
A black cat crossed my path today
It was only bad luck
Because it had rabies
And now so do I.
#vss
(Want some?)
#flashfiction
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) January 12, 2015
All quiet on the Western front
Infants poisoned, bullets whistle past deaf ears
But my soul finds peace
In the midst of war.
#vss #acfw
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) December 16, 2014
Your hair: silky. Your face: selfish. Your hair: thinning. Your face: anxious. Your hair: silvery grey. Your face: beautiful. #vss #grow
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 22, 2014
You say you look old
You don't know, do you
How children see their moms
How in eyes that don't grow up
You always look
Just as you are. #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) January 26, 2015
"It's dark. We're alone. Or vice versa, I dunno, I'm so sad I feel drunk. Will you..."
"Will I what?"
"Just keep being. Makes it okay." #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 22, 2014
One day, no more birthdays. #scarystoriesinfivewords #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 22, 2014
Spider
Anesthetizes her living prey
Cthulhu
The order of the Universe, Karma
Disobeyed
As we feed on God
Instead of him
feeding on us. #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) December 15, 2014
Once I wrestled upon a Time.
A Time, you know? Unruly crocodile adults fear, old men nostalgicize? I wrangled & enjoyed it.
Good Times
#vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) December 11, 2014
Lived behind a gas station. Beard unkempt, eyes dim. Sugar rotted his nerves, dissolved his skin. He forgot my face. He died.
The end?
#vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 20, 2014
Her hair grays, her skin wrinkles; still she's only the same young woman, just under a more oxidized skin cell coat. Treat her well. #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 6, 2014
Crawl Under barbed wire Thru stonymud Into the raging hurricane Cuz she's still in the farmhouse & soldiers don't leave a sister behind #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 6, 2014
Evening she spent sobbing Midnight she sang thru tears And morning broke behind her fist raised to the sky. #vss Grin; heroes birth in pain.
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 1, 2014
A coffee bean must be roasted before it can quicken hearts and awaken the world. So it is with heroes, suffering, and YOU #luwinterfest #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) December 31, 2014
Hey you.
*hug*
Go get 'em.
(Unless by 'em you think I mean drugs. I do not.) #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 20, 2014
The land lady is sitting in a chair outside my room. 0_o I wonder if that means she wants the rent for this month... #vss #truestorybrah
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 6, 2014
So my pet T-Rex ate the neighbor's cow.
So I gave free rides to teens to pay for it.
So I got PETA & KidSafe mad #vss
So what? I own a Dino!
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) November 5, 2014
In the apocalypse, ain't no gangs, violent shit that kills a hotshot like me. It's freakin' Type 2 diabetes, no meds. It's the old days.#vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) October 15, 2014
The fae doesn't steal faces out of spite--she wears her victims because then she knows who she is.
All we need to stop her?
Soul mirror
#vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) October 14, 2014
Found at Goodwill:
wedding dress,
hand-sewn.
Torn at the shoulder.
There will be no baby shoes.
(With love to Hemingway.)
#vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) February 6, 2015
All her life Sammy wanted to be male
Day before surgery, faerie in forest
"Acceptance means learning to love the female."
Leaves fell.
#vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) October 7, 2014
SELF-medicating with ice cream may not fix a broken heart
But when I opened IceDream to share sweets with OTHER sad ppl…
I found joy. #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) October 7, 2014
When Peter first laid eyes on the mountain sphinx he laughed. "Riddles? Easy!"
The 2nd time, he trembled.
Last time? He won with jokes! #vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) October 5, 2014
Machine guns & bikinis.
Liberation? No. It's my slavery.
Trapped behind the boobjob, can't express who I am--they don't want her.
#vss #fem2
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) December 16, 2014
Love
That is all he said
#vss
— Petre Pan (@petr3pan) October 13, 2014
You go do it! I bet you can do it better! Write some tiny fictions and tweet them to me @petr3pan--I RT fiction I like! And hey, if YOU like tiny short fictions, you can read more here, and here! Or, if you prefer longer short fictions, sweet tragic things about moms and Snow White perhaps, you can get some of that here, and here. If you prefer dark disturbing things, I have a descent into madness here and an escape from madness (trigger warning) here.
Happy reading. ^_^
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