In
this crazy world of sound bites, tweets and single character texts –the ‘y’ from
my husband springs to mind. He meant ‘yes’, I thought he was asking, why? – the
Guardian invited well-known writers to join their Twitter challenge. They asked
for 140 character novels and the responses were surprisingly good. I say, ‘surprisingly’
not, I hasten to add, because I don’t love and respect the authors in question
but more because it couldn’t be done, could it?
My
half-brother had a stab and I was suitably impressed. He’s not particularly
known for his musings, incredible artist that he is, his talents are more
generally seen in his elaborate, if slightly terrifying, tattoos:Awake. I'm late, procrastinate. That rat race; a slave, there lies in a hellish place, I hate! I realise with tired eyes, YES! it's Saturday. By Gareth Hares.
So
I thought I’d have a go:
Her finger hovered over the bell. 8pm, he’d said.
She could walk away; he’d never know. She rang it. Better him, than
an orphan for ever.
So, over to you! I look forward to reading your novels :)
No sorry too taxing for me! Like yours though Gareth and Jackie!
ReplyDeleteAwwww, I bet you could, really! Thanks for popping in.
DeleteI noticed this on the Guardian site, but forgot to go back to read them. These two are really good. I might have a go and come back to share :-)
ReplyDeleteYay! Please do come back with yours, Annalisa!
DeleteHe closed the door. Her tears tumbled. Footsteps faded. Alone again. She screamed. A newborn cried.
ReplyDeleteClever! I'd read that. Thanks for playing :)
DeleteI tried a few 141 character stories when I first got a twitter account.
ReplyDeleteIn a show of unity, Bryn's bag for life split just before the bus ran him over.
“Stuff this lark,” said the deceased bird’s owner to the taxidermist.
Believe it or not, they were the best ones, the worst where really bad.
Ha ha, Charlie, they both made me laugh! It's harder than you think, isn't it, to make something that's actually a story rather than a statement - that's why the bag for life one's particularly clever. Thanks for playing!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for this one by Pauline, as posted on Facebook. A bit sad... 'You don't understand,' she said. 'I love him.' I just stared, numb. Couldn't speak. Couldn't cry. History repeating itself.
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