Tag Archives: Social Networking

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT # 1

#twitterfiction UPDT: “Et tu, Twitter?” … Implausibly … Art is accusing a long dead Osama, host Twitter, the Pope and Bo … of sending to snuff him … black-clad Ninjas.

#twitterfiction Begins a surreally real expose; a story ordinary but for its extraordinarity. Written live … & in colors livid … Albeit, too much … bloody crimson.

#twitterfiction Whom of them wants to kill moi, Art asks you (and himself) simultaneous … with heavy breathing outside Art’s 4 doors … Note, Ninjas, well. Now, it’s, Art … you be fucking with.

#twitterfiction Why, not whom, asks Art of self (as he braces himself for a move patented), “kill me?”. Except for an ex-wife & her tribal trio … no one else … wished Art ill.

#twitterfiction Whomever … In a rush, 4 black-clads burst in … finding no one. For ’twas Force upon that summoned. 4 nanoseconds later … 4 heads … divorced.

#twitterfiction What was Obi-Wan’s … and Luke’s … now’s Art’s … In nanoseconds, four walls bounded; four heads divorced … heaped under four former Ninjas … parts … all.

#twitterfiction So concludes this day’s episode of HUMANITY’S TALL TALES; STORIES SHORT … LONG SHORT.

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT # 2

Killer lightning and fallen trees … joined by Ninjas a-lurking … lurking … closely … about light lines, lining Arthur’s property … Ninjas and lines tormented last night.

Twitter’s signature 140 character formula (x 7), Tweets to the Pope … and Ninjas don’t agog enough to unfog a humanity totally fogged-in … less than … agog.

Of imprimatur signs Arthur had beseeched; two had nearly killed him. Both seemingly utterly useless if aiming … skeptical men … (by redress) … to address … purposefully.

And so it’s come to pass: Angels, critters anew last night, in dreams, helped Art write, Tweet and blog to reach a man … on a mean street.

Ex-twit Arthur had begun his transcendence, but he thought, and wrote, slowly. God’s intent: reinforcements … to best augment content.

Implausiblly, it’s a matter of Zeitgeist. He is the timing of and for all things. And His timing’s impeccable … and abiding.

An allegorically comical murder mystery, implausibly, from pen and paradigm arisen is creating a matrix … less unclear … But the proof … is in the pudding.

TWEET TO BLOG TECHNIQUE BLOG LOG: STORY TOO SHORT # 3

When last we knew of the Zoo Crew’s whereabouts we learned they had been googled by God to help Arthur write, Tweet … and blog.

Ex-twit Arthur had begun his transcendence, but he thought and wrote too slowly. God’s intent: reinforcements … to best augment content.

And so it came to pass: Angels, disguised as critters, in Art’s dreams, helped him write, Tweet and blog to reach men … on mean streets.

But men on streets are generally skeptical. Few who viewed any part of what’s been written, approve … Most snicker, “He’s crazy-smitten.”

Of the imprimatur signs Arthur had beseeched; two nearly killed him. Yet both seemed useless, to skeptical men, address … to duly redress.

Even a revelation that Twitter’s signature 140 character formula (times 7) makes for a blog useful to educators and marketers … no prod.

Falling trees and lethal lightning aside, Arthur’s Crew knew that Twitter’s remarkably useful formula is invaluable. Then came … Twitter’s Fiction Festival.