“I leave my playstation … To no one. There won’t be anyone left.” The world played on normally outside his window. “I wish I’d told them.” He waited. The countdown ticked away to 0. Then … nothing. “Mark! What the hell. I told you to get ready an hour ago! Come on, we’ll be late.”
Word Count: 280 characters/55 words For Twittering Tales which I haven’t done in a while.
Jenny wandered into the kitchen, shielding her eyes against the lights. Pasta clung to the walls. Chunks of half melted cheese hung from the ceiling. Tomato soup pooled on the floor. The salad sat patiently in the bowl. And where were her friends? So much for a quiet dinner party
“Oh shit.” Mark disappeared below the railing. “What?” Emmy strained to see beyond the trees. “No, it’s Mrs. Smith!” Mark leaned between the columns. “She has her tongue down the pool boys throat again.” Emmy handed the camera up to him. “We’re here to get evidence after all.”
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Dan surveyed the film scattered before him. “There has to be something I’m missing.” Bodies, splayed open and surrounded by a hodgepodge of mystical ingredients, stared back at him. He really thought a handful of cinnamon would be the key. “Hey Siri, how do you reanimate a corpse?”
278 characters – 48 words For Twittering Tales And yes, I asked Siri how to reanimate a corpse (to my disappointment she did not deliver anything funny).