Showing posts with label 140 characters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 140 characters. Show all posts

Monday, June 13, 2011

Social Not-working

The carefully crafted message was designed not to exceed the maximum 140 characters. She planned to post it simultaneously to all of her social networking sites so she would know exactly what time everyone could see it. That way she would know how long it took them to respond. She opened the dashboard on her computer, copied the text and pasted it into the window. One last check:

Life is just too much for me so I have decided to take an overdose of pills and white wine and watch the sunset for the last time. Goodbye

Then she hit send.

And the words went unread by all the 263 people who called themselves her friends.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Succinctly yours: Airport

This challenge is hosted at Grandma's Goulash and you can write either 140 characters or 140 words, based on a photo provided by Grandma. You also have the option to include a Word of the Week.

Word of the Week: PROCRASTINATE


It’s always the same with airlines. Rush us down to the departure gate then procrastinate for hours before take-off! Travel Scrabble anyone?

(140 characters on the dot)

Monday, April 04, 2011

Succinctly Yours - Microfiction on a Monday (April 4)


This challenge is hosted at Grandma's Goulash and you can write either 140 characters or 140 words, based on a photo provided by Grandma. You also have the option to include a Word of the Week.

Word of the Week: CULPRIT

This is the culprit! I found him in the wardrobe using one of your slippers as a litter tray!


Monday, March 28, 2011

Succinctly Yours - Microfiction on a Monday


I've decided to take part in a microfiction challenge.
It's happening over at Grandma's Goulash and you can write either 140 characters or 140 words, based on a photo provided by Grandma. You also have the option to include a Word of the Week. So this week's word is CATER and this is the photo:  (Thanks to Akelamalu for tracking this down!)
Please don’t sit in Charlie’s armchair. We cater for everyone’s wishes here and he hates sharing.

Of course he’s been dead five years.