140 Characters: Micro-

Narrative and New Media

K. A. Laity
The College of Saint Rose
 He wondered if Mr. Chang could get blood
out of cashmere. Then, he laughed. That had
always been her department. For once, he
needed her advice.

Louis Cortina
She shaved her head. Steve's going through chemo,
everyone's doing it in support. She did it for fun. No
one likes Steve. It looks good.

Esther Prokopienko
She said she loved him. He didn't think
she'd lie. He never thought she'd shatter
his heart. Now it doesn't matter what he
thinks; he knows.
 
Lindsey Meyer
 She pondered, as she watched the
images flash by, was I a gypsy
traveler in another life? For her, the
road had all the comforts of home.

Caitlin Pixley
“Is this enough?” she began to wonder as
she carefully counted out the pills. She
may not know, but he would when he
came to see her later.

Christine Reynolds
 After evaluating your reason to cancel this
account (“He died last night.”), your request
has been denied. Thank You, Facebook
Management

Eric K. Auld
The tin can echoes. My chute opens and Pop’s words echo, “Be
careful, son”. We’re targets. I want to make snow angels on the
stained ground.

Scott Wheatley
A lesbian is not someone with blue eyes and dark hair.
But at 6 years old, you believe anything a big sister
says. And you repeat it.

Chrissie Curran
 yup 140 char. she said 'story' but that's not what
ppl use it for. i'm just imagining a rly short pce of
flash. gl!

Esther Prokopienko
You read "You" on this page. You become the
character I wrote. Are you still yours? Isn't it a
true story?

Joe Parslow
Somewhere in the distant deep, thought began to
grow. It came, it went in instant breadth with
words begotten flow.

Danielle S. Ely
"Daddy told Uncle Jeff that he hates you."
Her ever-present little ears heard every
word. We make choices. We forget to pay
attention.

Jennifer Petropol
Sixteen pages into the book, she quits. She
walks in the park, eats ice cream, sees a
documentary, and gets a B anyway.

Kira Brady
My face was half-shaven when Mom called
and cancelled our dinner. Now half my
neck's red like the ink on this mirror.

Eric K. Auld
They shared a kiss at 4AM. By 4PM
he told her it was a mistake. She was
glad she hadn’t made the mistake of
spending the night. So was he.

Lindsay Marchetti