My first twitter-sized story in a long, long time. This is exactly 140 characters, inspired by the image provided by Grandmas Goulash.
He swished the balancing thingy back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. . . Why wouldn’t it balance? He didn’t weigh that much! Dim!
He swished the balancing thingy back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. . . Why wouldn’t it balance? He didn’t weigh that much! Dim!
Hundreds of pretty yellow duckies swarmed the sea. He crouched, pounced and gloried in the squeaks.
I adored the new color on my table and chairs. It provided the only spot of color in the whole room. Maybe red cushions would complete them?
The empty chair mocked him. He sighed, begin cleaning up his desk. Personal papers here, business papers there to give to his replacement.
The horse bared his teeth. I snarled back. The horse screamed.
She sat on the bench and watched her husband eat the poison-laced cookies. She’d dreamed of this day for years. She would be free of him.
She drifted down, grabbed his foot and yanked. Her ex’s eyes searched the air, but didn’t see her. He didn’t guess she’d come to haunt him.
She drank champagne and snuggled her baby’s plush toy dragon. Poor thing. It was probably lonely. It never had a chance to love and cuddle.
I smiled at the dainty little feet peeking out from under the disregarded wrapping. Just what I wanted – cute little toes to nibble on.
Young Jack Frost climbed the steps, leaving melted snow behind him. Such fun! The fay court would reward him for forcing the woman to fall.