My Tweets
With the advent of Twitter.com, it was only a matter of time until there were markets that required submissions to be Tweets (140 characters or less). The idea is that whatever you write is 140 characters or less. So far, the tweet markets I'm aware of are:
Tweet the Meat
Thaumatrope
Wine Story 140
Tweet me a Story
Below are My Submissions:
Her Naked Body — Accepted (First Round)
Demons in Space — Published
Cab — Published
Programming Error — Published
My Submissions
| Were-Bears and Rabbits |
| Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Were...something Status: Rejected Friday, February 19, 2010 I don't tell many this, but I hunt were-creatures. Werewolves are endangered now, but there are still were-lemmings, rabbits, and mice. |
| Were-Cockroach |
| Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Were...something Status: Rejected Friday, February 19, 2010 Being able to turn into a were-cockroach was certainly scary, but one good stomp and it all ends with an audible pop. |
| Zombie Soldiers |
| Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Zombies Status: Rejected Friday, February 12, 2010 We thought zombies would make the perfect soldier with their single-minded desire to eat live meat. It seemed like a good idea at the time. |
| Food |
| Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Zombies Status: Rejected Friday, February 12, 2010 I felt strange when I woke up. And the zombies were ignoring me. But worst of all, I felt hungrier than I'd ever felt before. Food. |
| Zombie Barbeque |
| Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Zombies Status: Rejected Friday, February 12, 2010 The wings were just ready to come off of the grill when the zombies came in and ate all of the partiers — Zombie Barbeque. |
| Super Bowl Defense |
| Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Zombies Status: Rejected Friday, February 12, 2010 It was a maneuver never before seen in the Super Bowl. Both teams stood back-to-back against the zombies, but in the end, both teams lost. |
| You're About to Find Out |
| Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Poetry Status: Rejected, Friday, February 5, 2010 I see by your scar, you know who you are, now come and find out about me. |
| Till Death Do They Part |
| Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Poetry Status: Rejected, Friday, February 5, 2010 They first compared scars, then as lovers crossed stars, 'til she killed him; in death did they part. |
| A Plain, Simple Hammer |
| Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Poetry Status: Rejected, Friday, February 5, 2010 On the topic of murder, don't make it harder, a plain simple hammer will do. |
| Her Sass |
| Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Poetry Status: Rejected, Friday, February 5, 2010 The bartender lass delivered his beer with her sass, so he returned her quip with his fist. |
| Beheaded |
| Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Poetry Status: Rejected, Friday, February 5, 2010 Alone in the dark, the lovers' car parked, they were both found beheaded by morn. |
| Let There Be Wine |
| Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010 to Wine Story 140
Theme: Wine Status: Pending Coming soon. |
| Rebirth or Recycle |
| Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Rebirth Status: Rejected, Saturday, December 26, 2009 When he became of age, Felix was still so enamored with society that he chose rebirth over recycle. |
| Redeath |
| Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Rebirth Status: Rejected, Saturday, December 26, 2009 To become Christian, you must first experience rebirth, but to become a vampire, you must die. |
| Chrysalis |
| Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Rebirth Status: Rejected, Saturday, December 26, 2009 Emerging from my chrysalis, I had no idea my rebirth would be so painful. |
| Running of the Bulls |
| Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009 to Tweet me a Story
Theme: Running Status: Rejected, Thursday, December 17, 2009 The Running of the Bulls was invigorating until I slipped and realized their hooves gripped better than my Jimmy Choos. |
| Her Naked Body |
| Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009 to Tweet me a Story
Theme: Running Status: Thursday, December 17, 2009 this story was accepted for the first round. You can read this tweet here: Tweet me a Story. If you like it, then please vote for me on the website. The winner will be announced Monday, January 4, 2010. |
| Die of Bullet |
| Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009 to Tweet me a Story
Theme: Running Status: Rejected, Thursday, December 17, 2009 Even as I was running into the desert, I knew that if I kept going I would die of thirst. But if I turned back, I would die of bullet. |
| Nightfall |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 Night fell on the cemetery where I sat. The darkness played tricks on me. I saw dancing shapes, but missed the true danger that approached. |
| That Sound |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 That sound. It was a metallic noise, like the tip of a sword being drug along the floor to where I lay staring into the darkness. |
| Pull the Trigger |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 I saw the bullet rip out the other side of her head before I heard its cacophonous roar. True love required that I pull the trigger. |
| Happy Ending |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 "This isn't a fairy tale. It doesn't have a happy ending." He came at me with a knife. I kicked him in the balls. "Happy enough," I replied. |
| Bugs |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 The bugs on this planet are a lot bigger than on Earth; probably by 100 times. But they still pop the same way when you step on them. |
| Pronunciation |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 The demon stepped through the circle of protection as if it wasn't there. "You mispronounced G'rath," he said, chuckling. |
| Survivors |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 July 17, 2012 was the day that the entire human race became astronauts; all nine of them. It seems the Mayans were right. |
| Roulette |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 Staring into the end of the gun, I cocked it and watched the cylinder rotate the bullet under the hammer. I closed my eyes and squeezed. |
| Burned at the Stake |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 She could feel the heat rising. This was going to be a slow death and Joan did what she could to suppress her fear, replacing it with anger. |
| In-Flight Meal |
| Submitted: Sunday, October 4, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Monday, October 12, 2009 When Curtis didn't see any food in the spaceship's cabin, he realized that he was going to be the in-flight meal for the aliens' trip home. |
| The New Tower of Babel |
| Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Religion Status: Rejected, Friday, September 25, 2009 The zealots didn't realize that the Tower of Babel wasn't a parable when they launched their rocket into space to find God. |
| Demons in Space |
| Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Religion Status: Accepted for Publication — Friday, September 25, 2009 Update: Published — Thursday, October 1, 2009 Go here to see it on Tweet the Meat What the demon-worshiping astronauts failed to realize was that without gravity, there was nothing to hold the demon within the circle. |
| Zombie Saints |
| Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Religion Status: Rejected, Friday, September 25, 2009 The priest's crisis of faith came when he saw the bones of the saints reanimate with the zombie virus. |
| Credibility |
| Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Religion Status: Rejected, Friday, September 25, 2009 The priest liked to add a drop of vampire blood to the sacramental wine, giving it just the right amount of zing to add credibility. |
| Sacrament |
| Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Religion Status: Rejected, Friday, September 25, 2009 In spite of the congregational swoon, it wasn't transubstantiation; the priest was giving Sacrament with real blood. |
| Cab |
| Submitted: Friday, September 18, 2009 to Wine Story 140
Theme: Wine Status: Published Saturday, August 19, 2009 Go here to see it on Wine Story 140 I looked around. Nothing but sand. I dug into my pack and pulled out a Cab; perhaps the last on Earth. If I was dying, I wanted to enjoy it. |
| Knowing |
| Submitted: Saturday, August 15, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: True Love Status: Rejected, Tuesday, August 18, 2009 True love dictates that I kill her. She would do it for me. But I can't. I wait with her, knowing she'll eat me once she turns. |
| Taking the Bullet |
| Submitted: Saturday, August 15, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: True Love Status: Rejected, Tuesday, August 18, 2009 I didn't know it was true love until she jumped in front me, taking the silver bullet in her chest. She howled once at the moon and died. |
| He Wouldn't Have |
| Submitted: Saturday, August 15, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: True Love Status: Rejected, Tuesday, August 18, 2009 If it had been true love, he wouldn't have done it; he wouldn't have put the barrel to my head. He wouldn't have pulled the trigger. |
| The Winds of Change |
| Submitted: Sunday, July 26, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Wind Status: Rejected, Friday, July 31, 2009 With Harold's death, the winds of change blew and zombies became the dominant race on planet Earth. |
| The Antidote |
| Submitted: Sunday, July 26, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Wind Status: Rejected, Friday, July 31, 2009 I didn't give a damn about the wind, the rain, the thunder, or the lightening. I had to get the antidote that would turn me human again. |
| Undead |
| Submitted: Sunday, July 26, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Wind Status: Rejected, Friday, July 31, 2009 The darkness and howling wind made the cemetery that much creepier, but I had to find out if my father would rise from the grave undead. |
| Duct Tape |
| Submitted: Sunday, July 26, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Wind Status: Rejected, Friday, July 31, 2009 The sudden wind whipped particles of sand against me. Before I know it, my bio-suit had micro-punctures and I was all out of duct tape. |
| Upwind |
| Submitted: Sunday, July 26, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Wind Status: Rejected, Friday, July 31, 2009 The wind carried the putrid stench of the unburied dead. I face into it and begin walking, knowing it will get worse before I get upwind. |
| Programming Error |
| Submitted: Sunday, July 26, 2009 to Thaumatrope
Theme: Open Status: Published! Monday, January 4, 2010 Go here to see it on Thaumatrope Billy hit Enter, unleashing the most destructive virus ever known. But it destroyed his own drive before it could escape to the internet. |
| Laboratory |
| Submitted: Sunday, July 5, 2009 to Thaumatrope
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Wednesday, December 16, 2009 Coming soon. |
| Hot Oil |
| Submitted: Sunday, July 5, 2009 to Tweet the Meat
Theme: Open Status: Rejected, Friday, July 10, 2009 They didn't stand a chance. The hot oil rained down upon them from the castle precipice, and their dying screams will forever haunt me. |