Utopian Conspiracy: This tweet was the only way to get to you. Everyone else is in on it. CIA. FBI. They’re throwing you a surprise party.
Pop-Sci: “It’s okay to be shallow,” said the biologist. “90% of ocean life is in the shallows. It’s warm and bright.” The model just yawned.
Fable: The clumsy trap-maker always got caught in his own traps. “Here we go again,” he thought, as the ring slid onto his finger.
Conspiracy: Inside the hanger wasn’t a moon landing set. There was a stadium. Our minds reeled. The 2010 World Cup was faked.
Apocalyptic: Everything got gradually worse. People fantasised about a quick and definite end. Roland Emmerich made millions.
Horror: “Fish Fingers tonight!” said New Mommy. Jimmy looked at his plate. Scales. Knuckles. They weren’t what Jimmy expected. Not at all.
Speculative: To end racism, we found new ways to define ourselves. But a new power elite rose. Fucking Sagittarians.
Epic: He had The Call. He has a Love Interest, and an Antagonist, and the potential for Personal Growth. Unfortunately, he also had an Xbox.
Urban Legend: A string of cheese led up from the top of the pizza to the mouth of the guilty-looking waiter.
Ghost: Dripping walls. Patches of cold. Weird laughter in the night. On the plus hand, only 800 per month and close to varsity AND the pub.
Genre Stories (@genrestories) is an ongoing Twitter account where I post twitter-length short stories in every genre I can think of.
This blog collects them into easy-to-read batches.