Twitter Tuesday

Instead of paying the bills, Morgan decided to color at his desk. In this day and age, that appears to be the social norm.

 

Night fell as Liz ducked behind corners to avoid her shadowy stalker who savagely pursued its prey. Luckily, lack of light made it go away.

 

Desperate for a life partner, Elena decided to meet one online. She couldn’t have been more excited when her match arrived from Petfinder.

 

Greg is a standup guy. He is always there for his little sister, even when she is becoming his little brother.

 

I had a dream that the world finally found peace. That’s how I knew it was a dream.

 

Twitter Tuesday

Malcom needed proof that he wasn’t crazy but all the evidence seemed to point in the opposite direction.

 

When creating a work of art, it is not necessary to make it understandable but rather relatable to all.

 

I once found a wallet on the ground and when I returned it to the owner, the only thanks I received was from the universe.

 

Why does twitter call them tweets and restrict us to 140 characters? I know plenty of birds who tweet much more than that.

 

A pair of eyes watched from a tree across the street as Melissa slowly undressed, oblivious to the audience. Max the cat enjoyed the view.

 

Twitter Tuesdays

I myself do not have a Twitter account, mainly because I can’t figure out what it actually accomplishes. However, there is one good attribute of Twitter that every writer should take part in once in their endeavors. The 140 character limit. There is no better way to hone your writing than to limit the amount of words you can use to convey your message. So with no further explanation, Tuesdays shall now become my day to tweet on my blog. That is until Twitter tells me to stop and get a Twitter account.

Albert’s problem always seemed to be that the whole world was against him. Maybe it’s just that he was the only one against the world.

On my way to the store I saw an elephant, a kangaroo, and a family of chimpanzees. I am never playing Jumanji again.

Relationships have become such a game. I wouldn’t mind it if mine wasn’t a combination of Battleship and Operation.

I often think that my cat is the only one who loves me until I come to the startling realization that she loves no one.

Music has the astounding ability of making us feel everything and nothing at the same time. Kind of like my ex-girlfriend.