Redheads are Touble
I heard about a contest today–about 20 minutes after it closed–but I wanted to create an entry anyway even if it couldn’t be an entry.
The goal is to create a 140 character story–short enough to be a twitter message. Here’s mine:
He awoke, his back scared with crimson claw marks, his muscles and head hurting, no memory of last night. Except Her.
Redheads are trouble.
If you want to try it, post a 140 character story below in the comments. Not “no more than” 140 characters, EXACTLY 140 characters.
Pick is of Zoe Hunter, scream queen actress.
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He came at me. Head down, claws out. I should have listened to Dr. Hovind. It was then that T-Rex ripped my head off.
We all should have listened to Hovind.
That made me chuckle.
Slowly she drove to her house, and her husband Kevin. She knew she should stop having three-ways with random college studs. She could not help it.
Redheads are trouble.
Sorry Scott, that was 170 characters.
Here’s one that’s exactly 140:
Scott mentally went over his actions. He had covered his tracks completely. He opened his door to a flash. Blowback sprinkled on Kevin.
LOL.
I did leave you my e-mail
Oh and Word tells me that posting three is 140 characters. How are you counting?
I used an online thingie.
http://www.webworldindex.com/countcharacters.htm
When I showed my redhead your post and mine the only thing she said was:
“Stud? I think you are a stud–or at least you were, in college.”
Mine is much less ribald, but I hope it provides some enjoyment.
“If it weren’t for those damn squirrels! Now I was left to ponder, how would I get my toast out of the tree. Lucky for me, it was Monday. And we all know what that means. Right?”
I got lucky, I got to recycle most of this one from a previous post (shameless self-promotion ahead)…
http://totaltransformation.wordpress.com/2007/08/02/could-you-write-the-next-great-novel-part-deux/#comments
Thanks for your input John. Damn squirrels.
I thought you might like this one:
His new workout/diet routine was going great, too bad he didn’t find out about the anal leakage until he got to the base of his 415# squat.
“Redheads are trouble”. He read it again - “Redheads are trouble”. Slowly he turned. “Don’t let her see”, he thought, but it was too late.