@A_TAD's #VSS

Tweeting Very Short Stories (#VSS) written by @A_TAD.

In spite of my love for beer and pie, I rarely write stories about them.

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Sleep mocked the former child star. Memories of glory, a peak reached far too early. Riches gained, lost. Then: a TV interview. He was wanted again. Loved. But he just repeated sad stories that had lived in his head for decades. This time they laughed at him, not with him. #vss

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“Hi sweetie I’m sorry if I could make a few hours early next Friday if I could a ride for you haha”

The text was puzzling. She didn’t know Ed’s lemur had taken his phone, randomly choosing predictive text. An exchange ensued—another budding romance soured by his pet primate.#vss

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Sinking deeper into a hypnotic state, Bob‘s hellish hunger stirred. He followed it all the way down to its seat of origin, at the core of his being. It all seemed so clear from here, though the event from which it sprung was still obscure. Therapy helped him focus the hunger.#vss

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The booth in the center of the diner was roped off as a crime scene.Customers and staff worked around it, respectfully sidestepping the tape outlines and blood spatter on the floor next to it.Modern life moved too fast to let a little thing like death stop almighty Commerce. #vss

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He mulled it over.Nonsense!How could he be the last man alive? They'd warned him not to push the button,but no one told HIM what to do. #vss

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Ed cracks his knuckles in anticipation and grins. His gagged victim squirms, strains at her bonds. Futile. The tickle torture begins... #vss

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Surrounded by women his whole life, Al couldn't help but feel comforted when his wife came out. And then suggested he get a sex change. #vss

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Driving through the desert,drunk,Ed saw an old woman walking along the road and stopped.After he hit her.She didn't need a ride anymore #vss

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Wrote a story. Read it to my wife. She ripped apart the plot, characters, theme, word choices. I don't read her my stories anymore. #vss

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Sinking further into despair, Jim took solace in one thing alone: pies to the face.So many pies to the face.The simple life of a clown. #vss

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Dry heaves. Sweats. Tossing, nightmares punctuating his sleep. Ed's initiation was going as planned. Next stop: rock bottom. #vss

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Pacing.The room bare but for a tall box.Should he open it? It shook, fell over.And groaned.He had his answer.He locked the door and ran.#vss

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Ed awoke in the desert. To his left: The Girl. Breathing? Yes. Barely. Hoisting her to his shoulder, he began the long walk home.Again. #vss

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The Old Man sat among the ruins of his tiny empire—his life's work razed by the loss of his ability to dream.He tried to cry,and failed #vss

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Separated by time/space, J and F never met, but knew they had in a past life, and would in a future life.Thus came solace in loneliness.#vss

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Jim had a three-way affair with his couch and TV that lasted years.His wife had one with her pocket rocket.Each got what they deserved. #vss

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Bob decided to walk to the end of the earth.After six days his mind bent to the right and he found it.He wept at the beauty of Nothing. #vss

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Ben shook his fist at the heavens, cursed the Gods.The Gods smiled, shook their heads.He'd done it to himself and saved them the hassle #vss

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Ed cried like a little girl. He laughed like a fool. He spoke like a father, and reassured himself this was right. And then, he jumped. #vss

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Tonight's #vss was inspired by my recent @A_TAD #PhotoOfTheDay: