
Anyway, there’s still time to enter my giveaway of a signed copy of The Madman’s Daughter, so click here to enter.
And now here are my 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the week:
7/31 – Neighbors mock the eremitic woman, but she guards a portal in her house that emits lights and sounds sent by beings trying to enslave us.
8/1 – He serves her cervine heart, but she pushes it away in disgust. "It must be the heart of my husband's daughter." He stabs hers instead.
8/2 – She quickly uncovers a venal judge. They find him in his courtroom, eyeballs plucked out. She hopes the other judges get her warning.
8/3 – Whimpering, the cub stumbled down the scree but couldn't catch the hunters dragging off his mother's body. He's alone and she's a rug.
8/4 – The nematoid mass would've sent most girls squealing, but she poked at the wriggling horde unaware she'd one day use them to cure cancer.
8/5 – She hopes the two metopic bumps on her son are bug bites, but when they keep growing, she drowns him. She always said his dad was the devil.
8/6 – She runs a finger up his thigh, promising drugs and sex; it's a Barmecide proposition to lure him to a hotel room to harvest his organs.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Anyway, there’s still time to enter my giveaway of a signed copy of The Madman’s Daughter, so click here to enter.
And now here are my 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the week:
7/31 – Neighbors mock the eremitic woman, but she guards a portal in her house that emits lights and sounds sent by beings trying to enslave us.
8/1 – He serves her cervine heart, but she pushes it away in disgust. "It must be the heart of my husband's daughter." He stabs hers instead.
8/2 – She quickly uncovers a venal judge. They find him in his courtroom, eyeballs plucked out. She hopes the other judges get her warning.
8/3 – Whimpering, the cub stumbled down the scree but couldn't catch the hunters dragging off his mother's body. He's alone and she's a rug.
8/4 – The nematoid mass would've sent most girls squealing, but she poked at the wriggling horde unaware she'd one day use them to cure cancer.
8/5 – She hopes the two metopic bumps on her son are bug bites, but when they keep growing, she drowns him. She always said his dad was the devil.
8/6 – She runs a finger up his thigh, promising drugs and sex; it's a Barmecide proposition to lure him to a hotel room to harvest his organs.
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?