Twitter Fiction

Time to write!

Today's post comes from storyaday.org. It wants me to come up with a story that's less than 140 characters-or the length of a tweet see. Here we go.

Bo loved to cook. One day he went to make a souffle, but he didn't have any souffle pans. So he went on a quest, fought a troll, won and bought one.

Too long? Wow. Cutting it down.

Bo loved cooking. One day we went to make a souffle, but didn't have a souffle pan. So he went on a quest, fought a troll, won, and bought one.

Seriously. Still too long. Cutting out three characters. Allons-y.

Bo loved food. One day he went to make a souffle, but didn't have a souffle pan. So he went on a quest, fought a troll, won, and bought one.

BAM. 140 characters exactly, and what a story that was. One that could be expanded? Possibly. Let's write  a random scene from this story.

Bo brandished the cast-iron souffle pan above his head, gripping it in his fist and waving it threateningly at the enormous, green troll who lumbered down the kitchen accessories aisle towards him.
"You will regret this!" Bo warned, voice trembling. The truth was, Bo wasn't actually sure how this was going to go down. You see, for all his better attributes, Bo wasn't in the best of shape. And while there was some truth to the anecdote, "Never trust a skinny chef", Bo had perhaps taken that a little too far, and his consistent taste-testing had given him a stomach he wasn't proud to call his own.
"Blargggg!" moaned the troll, short arms outreached.
Bo could see the rotting, chipped fingernails and swallowed painfully as he envisioned what it would feel like when those nails sunk into his flesh.
The troll was only a couple feet away now. Bo hated to do it, but it had to be done.
"HI-YA!" Bo let loose a mighty yell, and brought the souffle pan swinging downwards, conking the troll on the head. And that was simply that.

1,031 characters. Sweet.