The stories of my death are greatly exaggerated. Only the Usurper knows I still live. The irony of this doesn’t escape me.
Sylvia van Bruggen writes every day, Sometimes the words make it to paper.
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.
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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.