Tweet Nothings

Let me preface this by saying, I Do Not Tweet.  Tweeting is not a Thing I Do.  I have a twitter account for the sole arrogant purpose of keeping my handle out of the hands of others.  It's not that I have any particular moral objection to tweeting- it's that I'm already sunk plenty deep in social media, and I really, truly, don't need another feed to check.

That being said, I was given a series of writing-prompts that revolve around the format of a Tweet, ie 140 characters or less.  Which I have to specify so that I'll remember what the limits are as I dive into doing this.  What I'm saying here is that this is not a form of writing that comes naturally to me, so please forgive me if I inadvertently break the rules by not counting spaces, or something.  (strike that: I looked it up and spaces count.  Argh.) (Okay yes I just dug up my account so that I could have Twitter count my characters for me...)

Hamlet: Ophelia's boyfriend gets super emo to the point where she fakes her own death to get away from his drama & then everyone else dies for real.

Star Wars: Rebellious kids seriously fuck up dad's Big Important Work Project.

The Story of My Life, So Far: I was born; I was loved; I loved in return. I learned of loss, & the deeper depths of love. I am learning, loving, & being loved still.

My  Day, So Far: Basically a whole lot of not-sleeping.  I aim to remedy that as soon as possible.