VSS365

#VeryShortStory365 is a tweet-sized writing game based on a specific daily word prompt on Twitter. Below you will find a collection of my stories. Check back often; new stories will appear at the top.


Vampire

#Vampire eyes trapped my soul before her teeth ever pierced my neck—a feeling of first love that was never to be. I dropped to the floor in ecstasy.


Anew

The caterpillar #anew emerges a butterfly.


Rare

A #rare winter storm fell upon the people. The streets were unpassable, and the grocery store shelves empty; a dire situation indeed. But the Lord sent a miracle, and the two inches of snow melted. True story, y’all.


Cunning

#Cunning is thy name and deceit thy game; one land to fall to control them all. A lifelong dream of world domination is close, but your worst nightmare soars overhead.

Treasure

#Treasure your last bit of freedom,” said grandfather to grandson. “Your parents have sold you down the river for a promised utopia that will never come. And you will have to fight to get it back. No superheroes to save the day, your struggles will be real.”

Outcast

“I was an #outcast,” said John angrily.
“And–you’re not one now?”
“No, a lot of people have accepted me. The rest can go f%*k themselves.”
“I’m beginning to think you were never an outcast.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re just an asshole, as far as I can tell.”

Alter

“Should we slow down and #alter our course?” “No, full steam ahead,” said the Captain of the Titanic.


Melody

“The #melody of life has been disrupted by overzealous governors who want us to tune out freedom for the songs of socialism.”
“Nonsense, governors care about us.”
“They do?”
“Sure, now take another drink. Everything is gonna be alright.”
“Dude, you should write a song.”

Stalwart

“Can you tell me what you saw?”
“A faint image at first, then it materialized into a man. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m as #stalwart as the next person, but that scared me to death.”
“Mrs. Wilson, you are dead. The man you saw closed on this house yesterday.”

Measure

#Measure twice cut once,” said Mark.
“What the hell does that have to do with me cutting off my finger?” exclaimed Ricky.
“Nothing, I just thought it was funny.”
“Go to hell.”
Both carpenters laughed at the sight of Ricky’s missing middle finger.

Expanse

Adam closed his eyes as the #expanse of his mind opened. And, unlike other test subjects, he released his fear and explored all within. Awakening hours later, he said, “Don’t go there, never go there.” he repeated over and over again for the rest of his life.

Silent

#Silent! You gave up your freedoms in 2020, and all manuscripts must be pre-approved by the government. Self-Publishing is dead, just like your words.

Portent

The witch wrote in blood: Never write the vss365 word #___________ or bad things will fall upon you.
The boy said, “I do not see a word after the hashtag.”
She replied, “Use your third eye; I assure you it is there.”

Dear

#Dear Mother, Johnny’s gone, I tried.

Sex

“You’re all robots; I just programmed you to think you were human.”
“You’re crazy; robots can’t have #sex and get pregnant.”
“You got me. Can’t get nothing by you, can I?”
“We’re all robots; who does he think he’s messing with.”

Despair

Mike and his fellow co-workers have watched the sunset and rise 182 times in a row; today, they did not. No one went near the window. The asteroid was massive, and the earth looks dead as they obit above it in #despair.

Hearts

Now we are old and fading, but our #hearts still beat as one. The best year of my life was with you; I only wish we could have had the other seventy-eight.

Mosaic

Lisa held up a glass #mosaic depicting a family Thanksgiving. Her father knocked it from her hands, causing it to shatter.
“Why she yelled?”
“Because you didn’t make that?”
“I know our class did. I only made this piece. It represents our family. Now it’s broken too.”

Parade

Phil marched alone on his birthday, a #parade of one, beating his drum in uniform for his high school marching band’s lost members. He was 98 years old.

Wax

The #wax figure stood prominently for all to see.
“Who is he?”
“He’s your brother.”
“But I don’t have a brother.”
“We all have a big brother; he protects us.”
“From who?”
“Neighbors who ask too many questions.”
“I ask questions.”
The next day the father stood alone.

Mirror

Cashlin crawled out from the rubble of a shaken city. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a small #mirror and reapplied her lipstick. The earthquake destroyed a lot of things, but vanity was not one of them.

Collaborate

“I’m so frustrated,” said Karen. “The host wants me to write a story using every letter of the word #collaborate. OMG, is he a boomer or something? We don’t have the energy to say whole words anymore. Why? Why? Why? Someone please collab with me.”

Together

“Mrs. Dumpty, we got your husband put back #together again.”
“Wonderful–Honey, how do you feel?”
“A little empty, but I’m okay.”
“Boys, come back here. What did you do with Humpty’s yoke? Do I smell bacon and egg? That better not be bacon and egg I smell.”

Plump

#Plump she was my friend, beautiful girl; kept me warm at night. But the food eventually ran low, and we lost weight; weren’t anything but skin and bones after that. Starvation didn’t kill her, though; the cold did. Froze right up after all that plumpness went away.”

Jam

“Peanut butter and jam, peanut butter and jam, peanut butter and jam. Jam jam ja–.”
A shoe thrown by Billy’s mother caught his attention, but only for a moment.
“Peanut butter and jam, peanut butter and jam, peanut butter and jam. Jam jam #jam.”

Laughter

#Laughter was hard to come by after Yellowstone blew; the misery of it all was depressing. But there she was, eight-year-old Lilly, my beautiful daughter, laughing as she played in the sand, in a blue dress made by her mother who died three months earlier.

Reborn

#Reborn as a man who values life, Timothy had to adjust his ways. In his former, his name was Akuma.

Translational

“It was pure #translational motion, a bullet moving through air. I recorded it in slow motion. Pieces of the target flew away in all directions. The rest of it fell to the ground. I would show you the video, but they won’t let mass murders have souvenirs.”

Superstitions

“Who made #superstitions?”
“The Devil.”
“Why?”
“To see how stupid people were.”
“Poor Momma, she threw salt over her shoulder. I need to tell her.”
“Tell me what, sweetie?” asked Momma.
“How stupid you are?”
Daddy nervously rubbed sweeties red hair.

Miniature

Every night, the #miniature figures marched. And every morning, Tommy put them back on the shelf. However, on this night, they made it to their destination. Tommy’s sheets were soft, stained with blood, but soft nonetheless.

Print

“We can’t #print that.”
“Why?”
“Look at it, Jim. Advertisers won’t buy ad space.”
“I don’t understand; it’s good journalism.”
“Nobody wants the truth, so lies are what we give them. Green runs the world now, son, and it cares nothing about your morals.”

Scotland

“You from #Scotland?”
“Yes.”
“Wear dresses there, eh?”
“It’s a kilt.”
“Looks like a dres–.”
“What’s it look like from the ground?”
“Holding his bloody nose, the man replied, “Looks like you need some underwear.”

Excited

The students were #excited win they won—finally, they would get to live under democratic socialism. Funny how the party doesn’t care what they think anymore. And why did they drop democratic from the name?

Fudge

The #fudge was delicious as a cigarette, a whiskey shot, heroin, sex with strangers. We all have our addictions.

Divine

“It was #divine intervention,” they said when an unseen asteroid collided with the one headed for earth. They thought differently when pieces of both rained down in a hail of fire and brimstone.

Pour

#Pour me another bartender.”
“I think you’ve had enough.”
“2020 sucks! I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough.”
“Sir, it’s 2021.”
“How long have I been sitting here?”
“Long enough. And by the way, you don’t need that mask anymore.”

Solace

Looking for #solace, Brent aimed then pulled the trigger, causing time to slow down as the bullet hit its target. He could see the man’s face now; it was his. Awakening, at the hospital, he screamed, “Let me die, please let me die.”

Vote

“Our #vote doesn’t count,” said Eric, “let’s stay home.”
“Then why do they spend millions to get them?”

Ink

The power went out first, so my computer was useless. Then the world’s #ink supply ran dry. Pencils disappeared next—followed by crayons and the like. Everything capable of letter creation was gone, except for the chisel. It was maddening, and rewrites were hell.

Oneiric

Swooning, Amara said, “He’s so #oneiric.”
“Yes, but look at the size of his penis.”
“I have,” she smiled. “An intellectual indeed. A great husband he will make.”

Seaside

It was a #seaside mystery. Abram’s head was boiling in a pot of water, while thousands of fiddler crabs moved about in the distance. Two lobsters had fled the scene earlier, making them suspect. But the oyster’s pearl was red.

Even

A man, patch over one eye, waited outside the hospital for his attacker to be released. Seeing him, he confronted the old guy and asked, “Are we #even?”
“Yes,” he replied.
Shaking hands, the two one-eyed men walked to the bar where it all happened to have another drink.

Banshee

“Brother, you’re not going to believe this. A woman came to my window last night; said she was from Fairyland. I think her name was #Banshee. Anyway, I brought her in, and we went at it. Did you hear her wailing?”
Brother could not answer; he was dead.

Curious

The cat was #curious the dog was not and lifted his long ears off the ground. Walking away, he looked back momentarily through bloodshot eyes, then sniffed as the cat ran by. “Yep, that was a skunk,” he said in a long drawn out southern bloodhound dialect.

Pass

“The #vss365 word of the day is rock.”
“Pass.” “How about enate?”
“Pass.”
“Finger?” “The middle one?”
“No.”
“How about #pass?”
“Ooh! Now that’s a good one. I can write something with the word pass.”
“Then, do it already!”
“Okay, you don’t have to get so testy about it.”

Naked

“Which rule of three will I need to satisfy first,” ask the student, “shelter, water, or food?”
“Go into the woods, sit #naked for one hour, and you will have your answer.”
The student sat chilled by the temperature. The teacher watched from a hidden camera.

Round

“Round here, we settle things the old fashion way. Now you back up to me, and we’ll walk away from each other ten paces turn and fire.”
Each man began to walk and count. One. Two. Three. Bang! A shot rang out; the stranger was dead. “#Round here, we lie a lot too.”

Cat

Smoky and Joe stood nervously in the house; their family had vanished moments earlier. Suddenly Smoky disappeared too; he was a good #cat. Joe, on the other hand, was mean as the devil himself and stood alone, wondering how he was going to get out of the house.

Back

Her eyes closed, she wanted to go #back in time. But it was too late; Jake left without her. “I should have got on board,” she whispered. “Then do it,” said Jake. “You know I’m going to keep coming back until you do. It’s a time machine for God’s sake.

Debut

His #debut instant wealth book was six hundred and sixty-six pages long. It promised riches, and all Jim had to do was place his right hand on the last page, which he did. In an instant, he was rich. But life is short, and eternity was a different story.

Biblioklept

“So, you’re the book thief.”
“I beg your pardon; I’m a #biblioklept. How dare you use such common words on a man of my caliber.”
“How many have you read?”
“None, I can’t read.”
“Sit, I will teach you,” said the librarian. A man of your caliber must be able to read.”

Ocean

The waves crashed onshore beneath Cherry Grove Pier; the moon was full. I kissed her. All these years later, and I can still hear the #ocean and taste the salt on her lips. We were drinking margaritas.

Mandolin

The class was given the word “#Mandolin” to use in a very short story, and everyone’s thoughts turned to the music it made. But mine did not because it was my daughter’s name and she died three years ago. Her sweet music no longer plays for me.

Detour

“Nobody takes the #detour,” he said. “Work on the bridge was postponed.”
Smiling, she took his hand as the sign’s flashing yellow light faded into the distance. “Why was it postponed?” she asked.
“They found the bodies of three young girls buried under the bridge.”

Sapphire

“I found one daddy; it’s the color of a #sapphire.”
“Good job, sweetheart, those are precious. Very few of them exist in the Universe.”
“Can we go there?”
“One day.”
“Please.”
“One day,” he said again as he took another look through the telescope.

Drop

“Anything for a #drop of water.”
“I will give you water for your soul.”
“Anything to stop this eternal fire from evaporating my water.”

Verve

“I don’t like using the word #verve.”
“My dear son, how can we ever set ourselves apart from the commoners if you refuse to speak in a way that makes no sense to them.”
“I don’t want to be set apart, they are my friends,” replied the boy with great energy and enthusiasm.

Farm

“When I was a kid, we had to make it on our own in the wilderness. We didn’t have the #farm back then.”
“How did you survive without it?”
“You mean, how did they survive,” replied the bull as he was being forced into the trailer.
“DAD!”

Longueurs

“Your book had #longueurs that left me nothing to imagine for myself. I could have watched a movie if I wanted to be passive.”
“Great, another smug writer.”
“No, just a reader,” he replied as he returned the author’s second book to the shelf.

Gloaming

A Scottish man stands in the #gloaming, his crops scorched; winter nears. From bloodshot eyes comes his rage. “They have destroyed everything but my sword,” he said. “I can not eat it nor can my enemy, but it will be in his gut by dawn.

Littoral

“Mister Mike, you can build a fish trap right there, by pushing sticks in the mud along the #littoral zone.”
“You sure are smart.”
“I’m not just smart; I’m computer smart.”
“But, the EMP destroyed your computer.”
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t waste my time playing games?”

Hydrangea

“I can’t think of a good story using the word #hydrangea.”
“You suck as a writer.”
“No, I don’t. I’m just having a bad day.”
“No, you suck!” I said again to myself.

Potvalor

#Potvalor, dutch courage, liquid courage, whatever you want to call it, I’ve got it, so you better not F@*k with me.”
“Mr. Brooks, that’s what you told the man that sent you here.”
“Sent me where?”
“The hospital. Now let me take a look at that broken nose.”

BuckShot

The old man pulled the trigger, and the #buckshot flew hitting its target. “Boy should have stolen my shotgun instead of the pistol. I can’t hit shit with the pistol.”

Slough

Riddled with buckshot from the old man’s gun, the boy ran through the #slough, its waters trailing red with blood. Then a shot rang out, and the old man wondered, had he saved himself or killed himself. Those were your choices when mired in the slough at night.

Sinew

The slough had but one ghost until recently; a midnight demon with bones sewn together with #sinew. But now there’s another, a boy, bleeding from his temple, who appears to those trapped in its mire. “Don’t fear your demons, lest you become one yourself,” he’d say.

Aurora

A beautiful #aurora showed overhead, but no one looked up, preferring to look down at the blinding white light coming from their hand.

Languor

#Languor – An oppressive stillness of the air – or a humid, muggy, sultry, sticky, steamy, stifling, suffocating, clammy soup that will give you swamp ass here in the south.

Effervescent

“Let’s hear it for #Effervescent,” exclaimed the DJ from behind his mic as the young girl walked out on stage with her big blue eyes, but only one person saw them; her father, who had tried to bring her home moments earlier, but failed. His little girl was gone.

Panacea

Goddess #Panacea was all healing and able to end human death. Now the first words spoken by every child are, “How do I get off this overcrowded planet?” They learn this because it’s the only words they hear.

Sapid

“Sapid. Saaapid. SAPID! SapidSapidSapid. #Sapid?”
“Alright, everyone, quiet on the set. Take one.”
“Look cool while treating yourself to a strong but pleasant tasting cigarette. Sapid Cigarettes, a taste to die for.”

Inure

#VSS365 is where you get a prompt like #inure to write a story with.”
“Where do your ideas come from?”
“I use the first thing that pops into my head.”
“Do you always talk to yourself?”
“I’m not talking to myself, I’m a writer, and this conversation is taking place in my head.”

Ambrosia

“Eat the #ambrosia; you will be immortal,” he said. So I did, then looked in the mirror and saw an old man staring back at me. Probably should have done this when I was a little younger, I thought.

Penetralia

“What do you call this place?”
#Penetralia.”
“Seems fitting enough.”
“You want a can of beans?”
“Sure, what else you got down here?”
“Bullets, water, medical supplies. You know the usual stuff.”

Carrel

Sometimes the words hide, and you are unable to write your #vss365. So you sit in the #carrel feeling useless to the world. Then finally, an idea pops into your head.

Zephyr

The chaotic winds were at war, the #zephyr lost, and the unprepared died quickly; for those who were, death came slower, but it took them nonetheless.

Benthos

I flipped from the cliff and slammed into the water. Passing out, I slowly sank to the #benthos. Awakening, I looked up at the surface light and pushed off. “Don’t breathe, not yet,” I said. Breaking the surface. I sucked in air as cheers came from above. True story.

Constellate

Rioters and looters #constellate among the peaceful protesters using them as shields and tainting their message.

Ingurgitate

The students #ingurgitate all that is fed to them without reading the ingredients.

Periapt

“It won’t save you,” said the women.
“Excuse me?”
“Your lucky charm, it won’t save you. You’re going to starve like the rest of us.”
“True, it’s just a #periapt of no value to anyone but me.”
The women nodded, not knowing it contained a fish hook and line.

Submontane

#Submontane pronounced [suhb-mon-teyn] pertains to being under or at the lower part of a mountain. The mountain tops, just like politicians, believe they are the pinnacle, but the truth is, they are nothing without their base.

Velleity

The writer had a #velleity to write a novel but spent way to much time on social media, asking others how to write a novel. The answers he got were from other writers who also had a velleity to write a novel.

Scull

“I hit him in the head with my #scull.”
“I bet both of you saw stars after that.”
“Scull, not skull.”
‘What?”
“Never mind, help me bury the bastard before someone sees us.”

Nixed

“Why did you kill him?”
“He #nixed our deal.”
“You thought you had a sure bet on the race. Why didn’t you let me in on it?”
“Cause you talk too much, that’s why.”
“And yet, you asked me to help bury a man.”
“Good point, you better start digging a second hole.”

Skeptics

The #skeptics laughed as he built it, called him crazy when he brought animals on board—a fool for storing food and a son of a bitch for not letting them in as the water flooded the land beneath their feet.

Aesthetically

#Aesthetically, her face was no longer pleasing, worn down by a years-long volcanic winter. Struggling at the edge of extinction, she ate no more; such is a mother’s love. Her children must survive.

Pachyderm

A lot of people these days could never be a #pachyderm; they’re too thin-skinned. To survive in the world, you need to have thick skin and be able to withstand the barbs thrown at you. From childhood to adulthood, they never stop.

Xenophobe

Two strangers approach and decide as to whether or not the other is a threat. One turns and walks across the street, while the other yells out, “#xenophobe!” Continuing, he approached another stranger and robbed him. The moral of the story, strangers, can be good or bad.

Charisma

#Charisma fell upon the man, giving him a fighting chance, in a world focused on looks, of which he had none. But his charm blinded the superficial eyes of all he met, allowing them to see the beauty that resides in all of us.

Pandemic

“We are the last one hundred, and ten of us are sure to die from the #pandemic. What should we do?”
Fifty people quickly voted to destroy the lives of all in the hopes of saving one of the ten. The other 50 said, “Wait, what?”

Ostracized

“I have an opinion too,” said Sarah.
“Not the right opinion,” replied Betty.
The other girls #ostracized Sarah too.
“Come with me,” she pleaded with her friends, reclaim your individuality.”
Fearing they would be without a group, they did not. But could’ve had both.

Schism

#Schism does not sound pleasant to the ear.”
“How about division, any better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“OK, you have created a division among our group. So pack your shit and get out of here.”
“Now those are words I can understand! Good day sir. And I hope you rot in hell.”

Dinosaurs

“The kids think we’re #dinosaurs, Dave. Too old to know anything.”
“I know they can’t even remember being free.”
“Yep, their grandparents sold them down the river back in 2020.”

Galaxy

“This place is not big enough for the two of us,” said the God of War.
The God of Peace agreed, walked a #galaxy away, turned, and fired. BANG! And just like that, a new universe was created.

Exorcise

“I said, I’m going exorcising with a friend of mine, and he said, ‘It’s about time, that ass of yours is getting out of hand.'”
“Why the hell did you ever marry that demon? You should #exorcise him.”

Phobia

“What is your #phobia?”
“Fear.”
“Fear?”
“Yes, I’m afraid I’m not good enough, of being in debt, to die, and so on. Life is scary; I’m afraid of everything.”
“What scares you the most?”
“I told you, fear.”
“That will be $200, pay on your way out.”
“But….”

Nostalgic

“It’s been quiet and peaceful out here ever since the day, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, but I’m #nostalgic for the hum.”
“It did make life easier.”

Hero

“You don’t become a #hero with the pinning of a badge,” said the Captain to the rookie.
“If not then, when?” he asked.
“You’re about to find out,” he replied as they arrived at a fully involved high rise fire. “People trapped on the third floor. Are you ready, kid?”

Paper

It’s a piece of #paper that formed a government for the people by the people. A government ruled not by kings. It’s a piece of paper that protects our freedom; unless we let it slip away into the hands of tyrants to be burned, unknown to our children.

Agape

#Agape is a Greek word for love; some would say an unconditional love. But is not all love unconditional? If not, it’s nothing more than an overused word with no meaning at all.

Math

“I’ve done the #math Mr. Tech. Population numbers are outstripping resources.”
“What are our choices?”
“Do nothing and let nature run its course.”
“The other?”
“Create a virus, scare everyone, then give them a vaccine that will secretly destroy their kid’s DNA.” “Do it.”

Numbered

“Mr. Tech, the vaccine we used in 2020 to curb population growth, has succeeded. There is only one problem.”
“What is it?”
“The kids with corrupted DNA have mated with our kids.”
“How long do we have?”
“Our days are #numbered. Extinction in 69 years.”

Calculus

Titus removed the last #calculus from his board. He had nothing left, having squandered his fortune in the ’80s. Rome, once a kingdom of gold, is turning into one of rust and iron.

Theorem

I stared at the #vss365 prompt word for the day, my mind blank. I had no story to tell. Then I laid down a stencil and painted it red, another white—the next blue. Finally, the last stencil—fifty stars, white. My #theorem painting representing the story of America was complete.

Logic

“The 2020 word of the year is #logic.” “HAHAHAHA!” “What’s so funny, Snoopy?”

Manifold

“You got your manifold right here, and this is your dipstick.”
“You’re a dipstick.”
“Alright, boy, you about to find yourself a #manifold of problems if you don’t pay attention.” “Dipstick.”
“Kid without a car for the weekend.”

Torus

I says to him, ‘you done #torus apart with your cheatin’ and imma fixin’ to leave you….’ And he snaps at me, ‘Where you gonna go.’ And I says to him as I pulled that trigger, ‘You didn’t let me finish–imma fixin to leave you dead on the floor.’

Field

The #fields of plenty have vanished, causing the population of all species to drop and become balanced once again.

Zero

“They say #zero.”
“No they don’t, it’s blastoff.”
“Both of you are wrong. It’s liftoff.”
“Blastoff sounds cooler.”
“Yeah, it does,” they all agreed.
5
4
3
2
1
Blastoff
Their cardboard rocket slowly lifted off the ground, the universe before them.

One

“She’s the #one–hiccup.”
“Are you sure, Jim?”
“Yep.”

“He’s the one–burp.”
“Are You sure, Ann? You’ve had a lot to drink.”
“Yep.”

Later that night, it was paradise by the dashboard lights.
Later that year, they were praying for the end of time.

Group

“Son, when I grew up, it only took one superhero to defeat the bad guy. Or, at most, one superhero and a sidekick. Hell, these days, it takes a whole damn #group.”
“There’s a lot more bad guys these days, Dad.”
“You got that right.”

Triangle

The old woman rang a #triangle. Hearing it, the men came in from the field; breakfast was ready.
“Grandma, did your mom teach you to cook on an open fire?”
“No, my mom never taught me anything. She was to busy; she loved her computer more than me.”
“What’s a computer?”

Negative

Some people say I can’t write. Say my books are full of grammatical errors. And I say why so #negative? The stories I tell don’t come from the paper; they come from the mind, and I ain’t got no rules in there.

Archaeological

An #archaeological dig has uncovered evidence of a high tech civilization that lived in the time before time. Studies have shown they all died out of fear, afraid to go to work, living in their safe bubbles until they ran out of money and food.

Ulotrichous

“Words in a story flow like musical notes,” said the professor, “throw in one like #ulotrichous, and you break the reader’s rhythm. Some can play it, but most should not.”
“Did he insult us,” asked Jane?
“You maybe, but not me, I could play the hell out of that word.”

Pauciloquent

“Mornin.”
“Mornin.”
“How much?”
“For what?”
“That sign.”
“Two dollars.”
“Know what it means?”
“No. You?”
“No.”
“Thank you. Come again.”
“I will,” said the man as he left with the sign under his arm. On it was the word #pauciloquent.

Groke

A boy sat on a log, hungry, but said nothing. The old man continued to eat.
“Where’re your parents?”
“Dead, they weren’t prepared.”
“And you?”
“I’m prepared.”
The old man laughed and took another bite.
POW! The boy was no longer a #Groke.”