Jerry's Writing Twitter.
Behind this cut is today's sampling of either Micro-Fiction or Cereal for Twits... Err... Twitter Serials.
20:49 --From the next post on, I'll be starting my first serial. This is where the fun begins - no edits or rewrites. Wish me luck! #
20:56 Chicago, November 15th, 2016. The frigid breath of winter has all but eliminated a mild autumn. A shame, in retirement, seasons elude you. #
21:05 I've always been a fan of autumn, but this year, I've missed it entirely. I've become a bit of a shut-in - well, that's a mild term for it. #
21:05 This night in particular makes me want nothing more than to curl up in the fetal position. With a gun to my head and a needle in my arm. #
21:12 She was the last good thing left - fuck the job, fuck the car, fuck the house - she was all I had. November 15th, I made her my wife. #
21:16 I watched her die. Took a shot meant for me. Why does one of the good guys quit the force? What else do you do with that kinda shit? #
21:19 You take the pension and get the fuck out. Not that it amounts to much. Not that any of this amounts to much. All I want is solitude. #
21:23 A knock at the door - guess my solitude don't amount to much, either. What is this, some kinda goddamned pulp novel? I ain't no P.I. #
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20:49 --From the next post on, I'll be starting my first serial. This is where the fun begins - no edits or rewrites. Wish me luck! #
20:56 Chicago, November 15th, 2016. The frigid breath of winter has all but eliminated a mild autumn. A shame, in retirement, seasons elude you. #
21:05 I've always been a fan of autumn, but this year, I've missed it entirely. I've become a bit of a shut-in - well, that's a mild term for it. #
21:05 This night in particular makes me want nothing more than to curl up in the fetal position. With a gun to my head and a needle in my arm. #
21:12 She was the last good thing left - fuck the job, fuck the car, fuck the house - she was all I had. November 15th, I made her my wife. #
21:16 I watched her die. Took a shot meant for me. Why does one of the good guys quit the force? What else do you do with that kinda shit? #
21:19 You take the pension and get the fuck out. Not that it amounts to much. Not that any of this amounts to much. All I want is solitude. #
21:23 A knock at the door - guess my solitude don't amount to much, either. What is this, some kinda goddamned pulp novel? I ain't no P.I. #
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