Authors believe it sweet to tweet stories. So, I started posting stories on my whatsapp status and it made sense.


You can try it out.
.Here's an example.

Tunde jumped into the river and people said he was mad but when he returned with the drowning queen, he was called a hero.

She had it deep in her pretty eyes. Will you marry me, Bukky?' her lips trembled. She was kneeling. But once a killer, always one.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
She had it deep in her pretty eyes. Will you marry me, Bukky?' her lips trembled. She was kneeling. But once a killer, always one.

According to Repogirl, your story must not leave touch questions. This one has left us with a lot.

Divepen1:
According to Repogirl, your story must not leave touch questions. This one has left us with a lot.

Man, it's a flash. Some stories are better left with touching questions.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:

Man, it's a flash. Some stories are better left with touching questions.

The essence of this is to write a story one can understand.

OluwabuqqyYOLO:
She had it deep in her pretty eyes. Will you marry me, Bukky?' her lips trembled. She was kneeling. But once a killer, always one.

Divepen1:
According to Repogirl, your story must not leave touch questions. This one has left us with a lot.

Wow, divepen, you have made me the authority on flash fiction.......lol, anyway...

I actually get this.

A lady proposed to a guy but he isn't sure because he believes she is a murderer as she had probably murdered someone before.

It's quite easy to understand.

Dive remember, I referred to your 'hypnotise' in that statement because I wasn't sure where it had come from, it was quit off from everything else.

Anyway I saw this online, hope it helps.

MARK BUDMAN, Editor of Vestal Review:
Do:
1. Be concise without strangling your plot and characters.
2. Remember to deliver your message. No one likes empty envelopes.
3. Make your prose intense. You can’t burn the reader.
4. Learn from the birds. Tweet, tweet, tweet(er).
5. Use prompts to hone your skills.
Don’t:
1. Go in circles. You don’t have room for that.
2. Try to wear many hats. Flash has space only for one or two.
3. Mince words. You are writing a flash and not making hamburger patties.
4. Be afraid to experiment. You don’t want to repeat what others have written.
5. Forget that flash is a story and not a poem or essay.


http://www.thereviewreview.net/publishing-tips/flash-fiction-whats-it-all-about

''i can feel your shiver,''i laughed hestically. I heard wimpers at the dark conner of the room. She had to die - that she knew.

Her eyes hovered and maneuvered intermittently from the busy shop attendant to the chocolate before her; unable to control her itchy fingers, she stole it.

There was a loud bang. And he leaped. The response was a sharp pain in his heart. A weak blink. Behold! His wife, she was at the end, with the pistol.

I was cold and here was she. I looked at her flesh then up her face. our eyes locked. I squeezed a breath and withdrew.
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Mama edo and her tasty beans. She never cease to amaze me. I looked up my watch and jolted. I was late for my wedding!
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The antelope was some metres away. I picked up my gun and aimed. Remember, breath slow and pull lightly. Yeah. I fired and home it went.
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The class was so boring as the teacher kept on buzzing away. Something must be done, I reasoned. Soon I released a chemical bomb and the class melted.
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"-my funds are engaged in a mountainous obligation. your mounting pleas cannot create pores in that wish," he concluded. My misery grew ten folds.
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1 or 2 is off the 25word margin. I could nt help it.

Am not good at this but I really commend everyone.

**thumbs up

I couldn't imagine that this was the boy I so much loved because as I stared at him now he was more like a back stabber than a brother.

I stared at her as she walked out on me.i wanted to say something but culdnt .my lover just broke up with me

Kunle ran into the building. Then he came out with the burning doll. Everyone thought he was mad until the doll broke,spilling out #200000.

rapmike:
Kunle ran into the building. Then he came out with the burning doll. Everyone thought he was mad until the doll broke,spilling out #200000.

How will you rate this @ Divepen, Repogirl?

He closed his eyes in death and opened his eyes again to discover the other world. But now it was too late to make amends.

This is from one of my poetic write ups.


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I feel sorry for my loss. Impregnating the time, fathering the moments. Who committed the murder ? My experience did.

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Let me free style.

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He rested in the dressed furniture. His flesh is home while everyone was around it. His breath ran far.

"My wife pushed me to stand up" he said. With excitement she shouted "Praise the Lord!" but was ashamed when all she heard was silence with all eyes on her.

''get Me the best stripper you've got here, with the best act of lap dance" whatever the bill I will pay.
'what !?
'daddy' !?
'shan'!?

As she drew closer to where I was , she raised her head up and our eyes met for seconds, she blinked uncomfortably and missed her steps.

Divepen, where are thou?

He stepped out into the refreshing safety outside of Collectibles. His smile beamed prowess and satisfaction. Underneath his shirt were four others.

His dark piercing eyes consumed her brown soft ones. He bent his head and parted his lips. She gasped and took a step backwards.

Her heart beat quickened when she saw him again. She approached him. Ten feet away, a lady jumped into his arms. She halted and frowned.

"Close your eyes,I want to surprise you" she said.I obeyed. "taawaaaaaaayi!" My closed eyes still produced tears. she promised to deal with me. What a surprise!

He bent his head. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. Nothing happened. She opened her eyes. Alas! He was gone.

Fantastic! Let me give it a try:

Chris had climbed mountains and crossed seas, and now he stood before the man who'd murdered his daughter. He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Another one:

It was a simple recon mission. But when the starship arrived, it destroyed Earth only because the captain's daughter felt Earth was too blue.

The snake hid her scales and turned into a beautiful woman, then the prince married her. After a short while, ...

She ran to me, smiling and arms opened, I smiled too but because of the sharp knife I held behind.

An hour after the kiss, she left his house, tears flowing from her eyes and revenge brewing in her mind.

Divepen1:
Authors believe it sweet to tweet stories. So, I started posting stories on my whatsapp status and it made sense.


You can try it out.
.Here's an example.

Tunde jumped into the river and people said he was mad but when he returned with the drowning queen, he was called a hero.

Seems like you have forgotten this thread.

Title: (The other life of a reticent author)
I'm a writer. I have an apprentice.... He's never close when I need him.
My best companions are my blocks and his singing.