Tweet to tweet

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‘Gran, my controller is broken’ said the little boy. BANG! ‘Oh never mind it’s fixed’ he cheered as he left his gran covered in red grunge.

‘What have you done? I can’t believe you have have done this? I’m sorry but you should not have done that to me.’

The old lady was not pleased with her grandson. He had opened the hoover dust bag and scattered it all over the room. It was not acceptable.

‘I will have to take your controller and end the game. Even if your parents don’t set rules for you, there are rules in this house.’

The third part of the networked writing project was to create a link between two tweets, which other students had written. Basically, the first two are the ones I got from my friends, and after changing the wording of the second one from I to you it was quite easy to come up with the explanation to the events. The little boy was visiting his grandmother and had managed to make a mess. Eventually the grandmother got fed up with his impish behavior and decided to put a stop to it. I quite like twitter fiction now, and did not find it hard at all to come up with the links, unlike with the first twitter fiction project. I suppose it makes it easier that two tweets are already there but it does take a little bit of creativity to link them together.

Ten tweet tale

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The second writing project was to pick one of the twitter fictions and make up another 9 tweets in pairs to form a story. I found the exercise really interesting because you couldn’t really guess what  the pair was gonna write to continue the story, and it was exciting to see what was gonna happen next. I was actually more creative than I thought I would because I haven’t written anything like this in years. I’m gonna let you read it through and have some comments below. Enjoy! 🙂


His hands were covered in blood. Where did it all come from? It’s not like he deserved it – he was only there to clean the toilets.

It was his first day on the job as well. A day he can barely remember. Everything was a blur and when he thought about it all he’d see is red.

The blood trail lead to the back door. They had to close down the business. Nobody ever suspected the 17-year-old waitress.

But beyond a pretty face lies a corrupt fakery, an evil mind and the emotional range of a she-devil. Still, she was a good waitress.

If only somebody knew where she was. They called her a psychopath, said she’d feel no remorse. Her parents wanted to deny it all ever happened.

They even fled to Cornwall to get away from her. If only they showed her love and took her as well, they wouldn’t have died in their caravan.

She was completely messed up and would be facing a lifetime in prison. But this wasn’t all about her. It was him who originally started it all.

They shouldn’t have mistaken lust for love- they aren’t the same. Both of them so badly blinded by lust that they used love as their weapon.

Reckless youngsters. They should’ve know love is deadly. The nationwide alerts hadn’t been successful, everybody was afraid they’d get away.

It wasn’t until today that the police found a note that said ‘LOOKIN 2 MURDER’ stuck on the door of HEL330 at Anglia Ruskin University…


My absolute favourite is the fourth tweet my pair made up, I think she’s used really good wording and describes it all so well. I tried to add a bit more criminal detective feel to it by using words like suspected, prison and nationwide alerts. We also played with quite a few characters so I guess it could have gotten confusing where it says ‘it was him who originally started it all’ because somebody could have thought it was the cleaner from the beginning. Then again, it could stay mysterious who is who. I did add ‘reckless youngsters’ just to confirm the waitress and he were a couple. I quite like the ending my pair came up with but I might have kept the location more neutral. Obviously it’s uni work so it’s alright to pin it to our uni but I might have enjoyed a more mysterious look to the whole thing. Then again, I’m really happy with how we did it. 🙂 We basically wrote it all on Facebook messenger copy pasting the new tweet to the whole story so we could keep up with how the story was developing. In the beginning it felt like a marathon and I was a bit overwhelmed how many lines we’d have to come up with but when we had only two left I realised we should probably get some sort of closure. I enjoyed the writing and creating, and am definitely looking forward to the other writing projects!

Twitted fiction, how do you do it?

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Eloise’s reaction describes the struggles of coming up with twitter fiction…

This week we were given a task of writing three pieces of twitter fiction. I haven’t used twitter so I didn’t really know what it was all about. We were told there were examples on the Guardian’s website and on twitter under #twitterfiction, which I found really helpful. Having a look at what other people had come up with gave me an idea of paying extra attention to my own life’s events, as of something to inspire me. Actually, I got the first potential twitter fiction idea right after the lecture when I missed my bus. I did have to change the wording of it quite a bit to fit to the character limits and in order to save the ‘revealing’ plot twist to the end. Here it goes, my first ever twitter fiction:

  • I ran for my life, I did not want to miss it, but I did. Then I heard the bus hadn’t even turned up – they said it was the diversions.

After the first bright idea I had nothing on my mind, and trying to think of at least something I decided to write a twitter fiction of my struggles…

  • Eternal emptiness… no ideas, no inspiration. She had been thinking about it for days… How to write a striking twitter fiction?

Haha, I was quite amused by this actually. 😀 I’m not one to take things too seriously, so when I struggle I try something different. This time it worked, woohoo. This could be a really deep and emotional bit of a novel but then it’s got the hilarious twist. I’m actually starting to enjoy this. I noticed that it’s quite easy to tell the genre of twitter fictions, I mean you can have horror, crime, romance, or whatever you’d like! Maybe I’ll try something different next…

  • His hands were covered in blood. Where did it all come from? It’s not like he deserved it – he was only there to clean the toilets.

Ha! Got a bit of scary stuff going on there. It wasn’t actually that hard figuring out the third one, it just came from somewhere! That’s it! Three twitter fictions done and I feel strangely proud. I don’t think we’ve been given any homework during the first year so it was nicely challenging to have to come up with something.