Drama: Moral dilemmas are like birthdays. Even if you ignore them, they add up. He sighed, and blew out the candles on the skull-cake.
Fantasy: Gromud raided the ruby mines of Xethi and foiled the Greed Kings. This alienated his friends, who worked in finance.
Creepy: Hundreds of dead butterflies, each labeled with the name of one of the girls who’d seen his collection and left him forever.
Political: “Well, I didn’t WANT to be grand dictator for life and exulted father of his people anyway.”
Crime: The museum paid the consultants millions to install laser sensors and pressure plates. Minutes later they were gone with the diamond.
Mild Horror: Biologists studied the outbreak of zombiedom in the turtle population with interest, but not alarm.
Hedonistic: The pills kicked in. The music filled his mind with joy. He raised his hands up towards the lights. And crashed the ambulance.
Drama: She thought he called her “Lightswitch” because she turned him on and lit up his life. Actually, it was the on-again-off-again thing.
Apocalyptic: “At least I’ll get thin now,” thought Bob. He hadn’t counted on the stress-eating.
Tragedy: Swimming at night. The riptide was strong. He had been drinking. He even kept his shoes on. He didn’t die. Darwin wept.
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.