Twistory: What's Yours?

What's a Twistory? It's a silly or twisted story in 140 characters or less. There's a lot of flash fiction contests going on around Twitter these days, so I figured why not do something similar. There are no winners or losers, just write a brief story that will make people laugh, cry, or think WT?? Kind of like a writing exercise but smaller. Join in and I'll ReTweet your Twistory on my Twitter account.

Here's my Twistory...

Pilot writes special message across sky: MARRY ME JANE! Plane sputters & crashes. Jane arrested 4 cutting fuel line.

Can't think of a Twistory? Try a Twitter version of a classified ad. Twittified Ad :)

WANTED: body double for live reality type Sit/Com. Housework exp. a must. Long hrs. Low pay.

Leave your Twistory or Twittified Ad in the comment box and I'll share them. Remember they have to be under 140 characters (spaces included)

Have Fun!

Kristin : )

Nice to meet you!

Do you think writing exercises are useful or a waste of time? I'll be honest, I used to think they were a waste. What good is streaming out endless thoughts going to do when I have a million concrete ideas to write about? The longer I write the more I disagree with the beginner writer in me. Writing exercises are a great way to get your thoughts and creativity flowing and you might just be surprised with what you come up with. You could give yourself a subject or just write down whatever comes to mind.

I decided to do a post on this today because of something that caught my attention on Twitter. A literary agent posted a link to her blog that simply invited writers to introduce themselves to her. The catch, you had to do it in the 3rd person and in 100 words. The following is my comment from her blog. I think it introduces what is important to me; family, writing, reading, and humor. What would your 100 word 3rd person introduction be?

She comes to the park everyday with her laptop or a half read book. Her children call out to her while running past, she looks up from her keyboard and smiles. Today she writes, feverishly her fingers fly over keys and I wonder what is going through her mind. It must be something good because her eyes are alive as the words stream out across the screen. I want to approach her, but just like every other day I can not bring myself to disturb the barrier of solitude she encases herself with. I often wonder what her response would be to the question burning in my every thought. Excuse me Miss, do you have any nuts?-as observed by a squirrel