In an ironic twist of fate, the introduction to this story will be longer than the story itself! Yes, it’s time for another entry in the Form and Genre Challenge 2012 which we’re running over on Write Anything. This week’s challenge is to write some Twit-Fic. For those who don’t know, Twit-Fic is short, and complete, stories, using no more than 140 characters (the number of characters you are allowed in a Tweet).
There’s nothing quite as hard as a limited word count. 500 word limits are killers. How much more so when it is under 150 characters, let alone words. Yet is can be done, and is done well on Twitter every day. Before Twitter, writers challenged themselves to write stories which were complete in six words, as Ernest Hemmingway is reputed to have done once in order to win a $10 bet. His response—“For sale: baby shoes, never worn”—is considered a masterclass in brevity and completeness, and if the legend is genuine, then I’m sure Hemmingway would approve of the brevity of Twit-Fic.
And now for my own entry to the challenge:
I listen to the glowing eulogies with growing rage. “You’re all bastards!” I scream. “If you loved me so much, why did you kill me?”
Character limit: 140
Character count: 132