Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 140
September 30, 2014
15 Minute Tweet TalesWe have blue skies here for the first time in what feels like ages, so since I didn’t need an ark to run errands, I was out and about today. And since it’s now officially fall and the pumpkin spice lattes have landed, I treated myself to one of those spicy-sweet cups of awesomeness. I know it makes me one of those girls people on facebook and twitter enjoy making fun of, but I just love me some pumpkin-spice coffee. Yum!!
 
So while I’m slurping down my coffee, you can read my 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the past week:
 
9/24 – His house is decorated with kitsch. She subtly tries to find out if it's ironic because otherwise she can't date someone w/ such bad taste.
 
9/25 – Arthritis gnarls his hands, but he pushes through the pain to perform acts of prestidigitation to make granddaughter squeal with delight.
 
9/26 – Reviews call his film a pastiche of ideas stolen from better movies. His next project? An in-depth documentary about murdered movie critics.
 
9/27 – He offers a ring & asseverates he'll love her forever. Then his eyes drift to a busty waitress. But the diamond's so big she still says YES.
 
9/28 – They land on the planet meant to be their salvation but find a dearth of water. Bad intel from satellites means the death of the human race.
 
9/29 – Eva makes her minions paint SLUT on Kim's locker. Kim must stop flirting with Eva's boyfriend, but Eva doesn't want paint on her hands.
 
9/30 – Conversations bombinate around her but don't disturb her. It's silence that makes her look up. Cafe empty. Coffees still steam on tables.
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?
15 Minute Tweet TalesWe have blue skies here for the first time in what feels like ages, so since I didn’t need an ark to run errands, I was out and about today. And since it’s now officially fall and the pumpkin spice lattes have landed, I treated myself to one of those spicy-sweet cups of awesomeness. I know it makes me one of those girls people on facebook and twitter enjoy making fun of, but I just love me some pumpkin-spice coffee. Yum!!
 
So while I’m slurping down my coffee, you can read my 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the past week:
 
9/24 – His house is decorated with kitsch. She subtly tries to find out if it's ironic because otherwise she can't date someone w/ such bad taste.
 
9/25 – Arthritis gnarls his hands, but he pushes through the pain to perform acts of prestidigitation to make granddaughter squeal with delight.
 
9/26 – Reviews call his film a pastiche of ideas stolen from better movies. His next project? An in-depth documentary about murdered movie critics.
 
9/27 – He offers a ring & asseverates he'll love her forever. Then his eyes drift to a busty waitress. But the diamond's so big she still says YES.
 
9/28 – They land on the planet meant to be their salvation but find a dearth of water. Bad intel from satellites means the death of the human race.
 
9/29 – Eva makes her minions paint SLUT on Kim's locker. Kim must stop flirting with Eva's boyfriend, but Eva doesn't want paint on her hands.
 
9/30 – Conversations bombinate around her but don't disturb her. It's silence that makes her look up. Cafe empty. Coffees still steam on tables.
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Jocelyn Rish

Jocelyn Rish is a writer and filmmaker who never imagined her cheeky sense of humor would lead to a book about animal butts. When she's not researching fanny facts, she tutors kids to help them discover the magic of reading. Jocelyn has won numerous awards for her short stories, screenplays, short films, and novels and lives in South Carolina with her booty-ful dogs.