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Stories in 25 words, for a change
Recently I tried some stories in 25 words. It’s a related genre, since most of my twitter stories consist of 25 words or fewer. I rewrote some oldies and wrote some new. Four out of six were accepted...
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Future Online Dating
Today Cuento Magazine twittered my story on future online dating: He found her online: twenty, slim and pretty. “Damn, ten light years.” He was tired of deceptive ages on the Intergalactical Dating Site.
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Behind Bars
Yesterday I was excited to see my new story twittered by Seven By Twenty: He spent six months in jail, a blessed event, and another ten months. Then he was released, with his mother, the gangster girl.
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Skull
My baby story is on the website of Espresso Stories: A baby’s skull is still soft, it heals easily after a fall from a balcony. I’m not such a bad father after all.
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The Poor Child
Floris Oudshoorn | http://www.stripstudio.nl She dreamt of being a pretty princess. So did the queen. The story is on espresso too.
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Generation Gap
His snowball hit the elderly woman hard. Her bullet hit him harder. You can rate the story here.
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100,000 Hairs
Here’s my story 100,000 Hairs (you can rate it here): “Your 100000 hairs grow ten meter in total per day,” the teacher explained. He turned to me: “Yes, you are actually doing something.”
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Go for a Drink
“Do you… would you like to… go for a drink? Just one, maybe…if… if you don’t feel embarrassed?” “Sure, but I hate sex.” Enjoy this story and other stories on Espresso Stories.
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‘It’s up to You, Mom’
“I want to either wash my hands and eat with them, or not wash them and use cutlery.” Like to vote? Go here.
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First Date
A year ago this story was in Nanoism. I didn’t post it yet: “I know a romantic place for us to go.” I pointed my cigar at the wheel of my Bentley. “Wanna drive?” She shook her head. “I’m thirteen.”
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