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Bad luck is still luck, so I've planned all Friday's misfortunes. I calmly pour coffee down my shirt and head out the door, unafraid. #vss
I became an adult the instant I realized that everyone else is just making it up as they go along.
"Go for the emotion" applies to opening lines as much as to very short stories. Open a novel with a short story. Open a chapter with a VSS.
twitfic: Silent night, holy night. I gaze into the bonfire light. It lands on the roof like a reindeer's hoof. Oh, what a beautiful sight.
twitfic: The yuletide has turned. A star shines over my tool shed, shows me the way. Matches: check. Gasoline: check. I'm going Santacidal.
twitfic: Carolers lay siege every hour on the hour. Their cacodemonic wailing echos inside my skull. Rational thoughts flee in terror.
twitfic: What's her problem? I met her half way: a nativity with three wise zombies and a baby Jesus with adorable devil horns. Christmasy!
twitfic: Why can't I have snow-covered headstones in my yard? She was decorating her pagan tree before the turkey's corpse had cooled!
twitfic: Retaliation. There's a star atop my chimney, my skeleton wears a Santa hat, and my cobwebs are full of tinsel. It sickens me.
twitfic: Her porch is crowded with angels and elves. Last night, I put them in blasphemous poses. Saint Nick watches them with dead eyes.
twitfic: She smashed my jack-o-lanterns again. She glares at me beneath her damned mistletoe, backlit in flashes of red and green. Demonic.
twitfic: She showed me her star. Most nights, it winks in through my window and warms my lonely pillow. Who needs sunbeams?
twitfic: She knew they were coming to take her home. We spent the whole day together. My boss understood... after the mind control ray.
twitfic: She wore the same rainbow-colored, knit cap every day. Said she liked have something beautiful. I knew the feeling.
twitfic: She loved Trivial Pursuit, but could never understand why I wanted her to give her answers _after_ I read the questions.
twitfic: She was never meant for this world. She shined too bright, then was gone. I can still see the crop circle they left on my lawn.