Nanoism

We’ve been at this a while. Over 3.5 years in fact (a lifetime in internet years). So if people are going to be writing and talking about Twitter Fiction, you can bet your tweets that we’ll be publishing right alongside ’em. There’s a five day festival going on, and we’ll be publishing a brand new piece every day in a daily contest.

For the festival, our submissions process has changed. Unlimited submissions, every day. Send as many as you want, as long they are inspired (loosely) by these daily themes:

Wednesday:  the classics, revisited
Thursday: generations
Friday: legen—wait for it—dary
Saturday: the practical and mundane
Sunday: an alternate present

Send your pieces to editor@nanoism.net. Try to leave room for the story to end with “#twitterfiction” and don’t forget your third-person bio. All submissions will be considered for regular publication (naturally). Each winner will be published the following day.

Happy writing.

The wolf feinted twice. When nobody believed the boy’s third cry of alarm, he attacked in earnest.

Sean Vivier makes his money from writing and teaching whenever he can.

I forget what you look like, I forget everything. Then a picture of Scully reminds me. I don’t know why. Her nose, mouth. Your mouth, again.

Christina Moody lives on a deserted island, without the comfort of a volleyball named Wilson.

The faded blue backpack sat wearily in the corner. I glanced at it, wanting it to disappear once and for all.

Jessica Xu is an enthusiastic writer living in San Diego, CA.

Disguised as a bum, Christ lay on a sidewalk. People hurried by except for one little girl.

“I like your disguise, Athena,” he told her.

Phil Temples is a product of the Midwest, but he now lives in Boston. He’s written fantasy/scifi short/flash fiction for over ten years.

The eggs make a yellow smear on my plate. Why do they make me eat at this restaurant every day and why do they never cook the yolks?

S.D. Rhinewald likes to write, eat, watch hockey, sleep…and then do it all again.

She was surprised. No one had asked for her name before.

Danny Dunlavey is a student.

Nineteen real wax candles adorned his birthday cake.  An extravagance, he knew, but it was tradition to honor the oldest of the elders.

Dan Hart can almost count to twenty on one hand. He also writes fiction.

The Time Traveler released the plague on Cro-Magnon Man. See if the Neanderthals could do any better.

Sean Vivier is a teacher and writer from central Connecticut.

He was asleep, body propped against the Capitol building, sign on his lap: “Don’t want coins, just need change.”

Melinda Dubbs is a Hoosier.