3S Stories

Monday to Friday, I post a short-short-short story to 3S stories. Twister, twiction, microfiction – whatever you call it, it’s fun and challenging. Here’s a selection from past tweets:

The sky opened and silver light surrounded them. “Looks like it’s our time, Steve.” Steve stepped out of the light. “Not ours, just yours.”
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“How?” “Well, last week I was bored, so I created my own gravity field,” Vic said. He lowered the Honda and went back in the house.
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The snow crunched under foot, driving Uli mad. As  the horizon darkened, he saw the footprints. Left boot only, as far as the eye could see.
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She was so appalled she burned the sheets. She wished he was still under them.
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He was always making bad jokes and saying odd things. When he said he was busy pickling human organs, we laughed. Then we saw the news.
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The dog had been digging in the yard. It came over to his lawn chair and dropped a bone, tail wagging. A femur. Damn! Time to move again.