Somnambulist Detective: Idunnit.
Horror: My soul haunts the spot I died, cursing those who enter the building. But someone turned it into a Home Affairs, so no one notices.
Fable: The prince climbed the tangled hair and heard swearing from above. Legend said Rapunzel’s hair grew long. It never said which hair.
Drama: His tattoos were stretching. His piercings got caught on his wife’s doilies. He had lived fast, but was bad at following through.
Dickensian: “I may lack fancy clothes, but helping strangers gives me something more valuable.” The stranger’s pocket-watch, for starters.
SciFi: “Laugh at me?” said Dr Zarxo. “I’ll show them! I’ll show them all!” So he did a double-blind study and got the results peer reviewed.
Sequel: All things considered, a spoonful of sugar wasn’t the wisest way to encourage Jimmy to take his insulin.
School Memoir: “Think quick!” his friend shouted, so he did a differential calculation and got hit by a cricket ball.
Apocalyptic: Meteors. Explosions. Lava. It was a terrible day to have (a) drunk lots of coffee and (b) worn white trousers.
Action: “Is anyone on board a pilot? Or played Flight Simulator? Or had flying dreams on absinthe?” Philipe stood. His hour had come.
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.