A fictitious mind.
A series of six word stories to tell a love story. She stared at nothing but him. Totally oblivious, he kept on dancing. His curls bounced in the light. Swirling his head, he looked around. An unbuttoned shirt; a curious pendant. Arms raised, he signaled a friend. Her imagination ran wildly around him. In an embrace, he greeted another. […]
Every crack has depth, After many steps forward, All alone she wept. Comment below with a haiku.
He tilted his head to listen and she kissed his ear. #vss — Luke Żammit ✍️ (@AlphaWings) January 6, 2018
Time machine warning: “Refrain from tweeting; may cause time loops.”#hangtenstories 397 — Luke Żammit ✍️ (@AlphaWings) January 2, 2018
The child sits staring out the window while the wind growls against the glass. Frail lights glittering across the sky while the boy dreams that he could fly. A stormy noise behind the child. Pulled to bed with a scent of whiskey dreams on his forehead. Comment or tweet me your thoughts.
Stars need darkness; darkness needs stars. “Oh look at the stars,” said the boy to no one in particular. “What a beautiful night,” replied the darkness. The startled boy trips over, soon to stand as a boy no more, but a man. Read some Twitter fiction.
Here’s an experimental sphere I recently created accompanied by a short poem. She looks up and there’s a thing, Not moving or doing anything. It gleams, Or so it seems, In a night Devoid of light. Something short, something sweet, will you tweet?