Writing Tweet-Sized Stories

Writing tweet-sized stories is a great way to hone your talent at being able to write concisely.

…it’s also a great way to explore the wide world of memes.

During the last stream, a subscriber requested that we write some tweet-sized stories.

We spun the Wheel of Prompticality, it landed on “YouTube prompts.” Chat suggested a bunch of videos, then voted on the two that we wrote tweet-sized stories for.

The first YouTube prompt was this:

Here’s some of the highlights of chat’s tweet-stories:

I had intended to laugh, imagining Iago reading the poorly-written smut. But as his voice washed over me from the speakers of my laptop, something cracked open inside me, a coconut dropped on a hot asphalt driveway, sizzling the hidden milk that I never knew was there. A primal force made me keep watching, and it grew harder to stop.
—Me

Everyone has a voice in their head. A disembodied voice narrating your life like an audiobook. I was told it was called subvocalization, where you hear a voice in your head when you read. However, some don’t hear a voice at all. Others hear many voices. For me, I’m concerned my inner voice is not my own.
—justintoonz

It sounds like I never finished puberty and smoke a pack a day.
—lordhenry

When I got my 50 Shades Audiobook I didn’t know what to expect. The sound of angels being dragged through a meat grinder was music to my ears, and gave my inner goddess a new glow. Thank you Gilbert Godfried.
—Dragonflyghter

The whip cracked. As did I… She, like my mother, had no restraint. The apple pie could have used more cinnamon.
—JebusDota

Fame is a strange thing. To debase your voice, to debase your soul in your performances. It’s worth it for that rare chance to create art.
—bobicus

The second YouTube prompt was this:

Here’s some of the highlights of chat’s tweet-stories:

The hairdresser prepared to dye the boy’s hair. Ripping open a King Size bag of Skittles downing it all, chewing with a thick frothy wad of spit, dribbling it onto his head one dangling rainbow strand of saliva at a time.
—Me

Yo mama so fat, when she sat on a bag of Skittles, she made a rainbow – but then I didn’t have my candy anymore. I got really mad and so I made her go get me another bag, and she came back with a viral video and a fresh criminal record. But still no Skittles tho. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
—Abbey

Do you think that the factory workers that make skittles also eat skittles while they’re working? I mean, think about the economy that could be used in these factories… being able to work so deliberately hard, working night to day, day to night… only to receive skittles.
—RyanTheSoutherner

My boyfriend stole bags and bags of Skittles. It was so hot when he committed crimes. That night I tasted the rainbow and found the gold.
—joe_g89

Who is the bearer of this rainbowed fruit? The gripping fist of the man. The aisle of running light. Modulated, like god, he speaks in many voices.
—insrtwittyname

I tried to taste the rainbow, but Skittles weren’t what came out of the leprechaun.
—EricaDeel

If you want to join us and help write a story by trolling in chat, or share your own writing for feedback, then we’d love to have you join us on Twitch.

And you missed the stream, you can still watch them on the YouTube channel or watch the full stream reruns.

Hope to see you next time, friend!Featured image: Pakutaso