These micro stories were first posted on Twitter, under the hashtag #TalesOnTweet. All were stories told in 140 characters or fewer; the last two are “six-word stories.” Micro-micro stories!
Cast in a comedy show with a mime. Again. How can the same skit happen to the same guy twice? Mime Hard 2
Their gaze met, lingered, parted; a secret acknowledged and renewed.
He sang his troubles in the bath, so that they might be drained away with the suds. They never were.
His guitar struck her with despair; the notes he played were the sounds of a breaking heart, and she was the one breaking it.
She found him asleep underneath the apple tree. She knelt to wake him, but froze, when she saw a spider creep out of his nose.
He clung to the edge, terrified. It was a long way to fall. Finally, he could hold on no longer. He let go, and then he flew.
One potato, two potato, three potato, four! Five potato arsenic’d and Freddie is no more.
Yesterday, she had nine cats, but never any friend. Today, she’s nowhere to be found, but the cats now number ten.
She hungered for a kiss, just one kiss, from one who loved her. They found her today. Empty. Starved. Alone.
The ghost stood at my window, rapping, cloaked in red mist, but I would not raise the sash to let him in. He moaned and left.
The dolphin loved the humans so much, that he decided to become their island, to be near them forever.
Fish leapt. Heron swooped. Hunger sated.
Quest followed. Boss defeated. Game over.