He worked up to ten mile runs. A tiny boy asked: what are you running from? It’s not like that, he said, but couldn’t silence the question.

Derek Dexheimer (@dex3703) gives his report at dex3703.wordpress.com. He is working on a novel.

Five years ago, we created @nanoism to be the very first paying publication for literary Twitter fiction, celebrating the very best stories that fit in the cracks of your day. Five years later and Nanoism remains the longest continuously running magazine dedicated to #TwitterFiction of all time. We’ve published nearly six hundred stories from over four hundred writers and inspired people across the world to think big but write small.

Well that sounds a bit over the top, doesn’t it?

Really, we just appreciate a good story and love to celebrate it in the world’s favorite tiny format. In honor of our five-year anniversary and this year’s #TwitterFiction festival, we’re doing a contest. It’s simple:

  • You send us one story of up to 140 characters (of course) by April 1st at 11:59 PM to contest@nanoism.net.
  • No titles, please. We don’t publish them. The whole thing must fit in one tweet.
  • We don’t want bios or cover letters or anything extra. We’ll get that from you later if we need it.
  • You don’t pay us anything. You do spread the word and tell your friends.
  • We anonymize the submissions and then pick our very favorite.
  • The winner gets $100.
  • Yes, that’s almost a dollar per character.

Here’s the bonus kicker: We’re finally doing the Nanoism anthology we’ve always promised. Not only is every contest entry eligible for publication on our site and Twitter feed, but the very best will included in our ultimate compilation of teeny-tiny stories.

So send us something you love.

He watches his wife sleep. She lies on her side on their Egyptian cotton sheets, a half-smile dancing on her lips.

He sighs and drives home.

Mathew Loudon writes.

Joey pushes Katie near the monkey bars. Fists clenched, he inflates his chest like his father and shouts, “How many times have I told you?”

Jennifer Foley likes to read and write well past decent bedtimes.

“Try the wine.”

She took a sip, noticed the ring, went to use the restroom. Twenty minutes later, he realized she wasn’t coming back.

Robert Hanley will keep writing until they make him stop.

Goblins aren’t people, but creatures bred for evil.  So you can’t blame us for killing their men, nor what we then did with their women.

Sean Vivier cannot be summarized in a tweet.

Six years since they last saw each other. Seven since they last kissed. Under bitter New York twilight, déjà vu struck like lightning.

R. Alexander Woodend is a writer/editor/translator and graduate of Franklin & Marshall College and Columbia University.

The base of her skin graft is silk: when the nerves throb, she pictures it—ribbons in the wind, a river flowing beneath the shallow scar.

Austin Eichelberger completed his MA in Fiction in May 2009. He is co-founding editor of the online journal SPACES.

One day, He turned off the Sun, put the planets back in the box, stored them with the rest, and left to play in a different galaxy.

Iulian Ionescu is a Fiction Writer, Fantasy & Sci/Fi fanatic, Web Programmer, Free Thinker, Blogger and Social Media Geek.

The invention of the universal translator was overshadowed by the cries of babies for their fading past-life memories.

@kaolinfire writes #twitfic sporadically as @q8p.