twitter stories by Evert Asberg
A year ago I started this blog to collect my twitter stories that had appeared online. A few months ago I wrote my last story. Consequently, the site will no longer be updated. However, it is still my archive of micro fiction.
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The worshipper preached love, first to bullies, later to offenders and killers, even mass murderers. His death row warden loved him.
A year ago this story was in Nanoism. I didn’t post it yet:
“I know a romantic place for us to go.” I pointed my cigar at the wheel of my Bentley. “Wanna drive?”
She shook her head. “I’m thirteen.”
“Before this bird disease people used to eat turkey at Christmas,” grandmother says. She doesn’t join us with the rat.
Yesterday this story was twittered by Seven by Twenty.
“32 ways to pronounce the f sound,” the earthling sighed, realizing they were too far behind to affect Intergalactic Speech.
“I want to either wash my hands and eat with them, or not wash them and use cutlery.”
“You don’t care about me.”
“But I do! We are thinking of you all the time…”
“We?”
“Me, myself and I.”
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“I have seen you ironing for hours. I guess you like it?”
“Do you… would you like to… go for a drink? Just one, maybe…if… if you don’t feel embarrassed?”
“Sure, but I hate sex.”
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Each year we were taught from new marketing books we were obliged to buy. Their content did not differ much. Only then did I understand.
The story was published by Nanoism a year ago. At that time I had no blog, so here it is.
