#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.