The Pressure to Post Stuff

One of the things about having a website and a section called a “blog” is the pressure to post. It’s a pressure that has a lot of bloggers posting way too much stuff, too frequently and so we now live in a world that adds as much information in two days as it took from […]

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Five One Minute Films. Five 140-Character Stories

Two years ago, a one-minute film based on a Twister won the People’ Choice Award at Filminute, an online international film festival. This year, the organizers at filminute asked me to create tweets based on five films in the shortlist. Here are the results. I would strongly recommend heading over to filminute to take a […]

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T 4803

They were both near death, but then the smell of coffee lifted their spirits and finally they could see what they had done, and it was good.

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T 4802

He sat down and the sofa sighed. I’m cranky, he said to no one. You’re old, his daughter said. There was silence. Now I’m crankier, he said.

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T 4801

And then she took a toke and said, Dude, and the dude said, I want a banana, and she said, You need a condom? and then she started giggling.

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T 4800

She was bound to leave him but when she did he still felt pain. It means you’re human, she said. It took him weeks to understand the insult.

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T 4799

The kids got drunk and the next day they wore their condition like puke-colored badges. Except Tony’s badge looked like pizza. It always did.

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T 4798

He stammers his way through the presentation. Flopsweat. His colleagues express worry. I’m a 40 year old man with a zit on his nose, he says.

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T 4797

He couldn’t remember her. My memory fails me, he said. Like a prat. I give mine a D minus, she said before walking away. And he felt lonely.

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T 4796

Are you happy? she asks him, sinking into the folds of the soft couch. I’m never happy, he replies. She smiles at this. And then he does too.

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