Hello, I'm glad you could join me.
Below is all of the collected tweets of my Twitter novel.
Where are the latest updates?
The story gets updated daily on my twitter at indigo_sam
Can I have a say in the story?
Sure! You can influence the big choices within the story just by tweeting your choice with the correct hash tag. Instructions for each choice are tweeted from my twitter at indigo_sam.
TOURIST
My twitter novel so far.
He shielded his eyes from the sun, back when the world had oceans this
had been Hong Kongs main harbour. Now a desert of archaic ships.
~
He scanned the horizon for dust storms, his arm hissed and clicked as he lowered it.
The children pined about his boots, always thirsty.
~
He gave the water first to Han, he was eldest, he had found him outside Chengdu amongst the remains of his family, victims of the bad men.
~
Han gave out the water to the other children, he had found them all in his trek across the land once known as china, all except Bairn.
~
He un strapped Bairn from his back, as the small boy drank he recalled finding him in Scotland, just a newborn. They had been together since.
~
They tracked the old man south into the dusty wastes, weaving between the sweeping dunes and sheltering in strewn burnt out wrecks.
~
Sometimes they asked him how he lost his arm, sometimes he would tell them, they were always disappointed. He was no storyteller.
~
They came across the telltale signs of Badmen. The bodies dismembered and hung off an old piece of rigging. The children are scared.
~
We sheltered that night under the rigging. I tried to cut the bodies down but they were infested.
I am starting to have doubts.
~
The children asked my name. I told them I am a tourist, I had seen it wrote somewhere and thought it right. Han called me Tor and it stuck.
~
More signs of Bad men but the old mans trail is also fresh, the children want to turn back. I push us on, there is little water now.
~
One of them is sick, she seems small in my arms. Han blames me, I see it in his eyes, if it is the infestation she will die.
~
Her sickness has passed, Han and the others seem happy. Together we leave at sunrise following the old mans tracks into the dusty frontier hopeful now.
~
The End.
Below is all of the collected tweets of my Twitter novel.
what is a twitter novel?
In case you didnt know a twitter novel is a story written solely through the 140 character limit of a tweet.
Where are the latest updates?
The story gets updated daily on my twitter at indigo_sam
Can I have a say in the story?
Sure! You can influence the big choices within the story just by tweeting your choice with the correct hash tag. Instructions for each choice are tweeted from my twitter at indigo_sam.
TOURIST
My twitter novel so far.
He shielded his eyes from the sun, back when the world had oceans this
had been Hong Kongs main harbour. Now a desert of archaic ships.
~
He scanned the horizon for dust storms, his arm hissed and clicked as he lowered it.
The children pined about his boots, always thirsty.
~
He gave the water first to Han, he was eldest, he had found him outside Chengdu amongst the remains of his family, victims of the bad men.
~
Han gave out the water to the other children, he had found them all in his trek across the land once known as china, all except Bairn.
~
He un strapped Bairn from his back, as the small boy drank he recalled finding him in Scotland, just a newborn. They had been together since.
~
They tracked the old man south into the dusty wastes, weaving between the sweeping dunes and sheltering in strewn burnt out wrecks.
~
Sometimes they asked him how he lost his arm, sometimes he would tell them, they were always disappointed. He was no storyteller.
~
They came across the telltale signs of Badmen. The bodies dismembered and hung off an old piece of rigging. The children are scared.
~
We sheltered that night under the rigging. I tried to cut the bodies down but they were infested.
I am starting to have doubts.
~
The children asked my name. I told them I am a tourist, I had seen it wrote somewhere and thought it right. Han called me Tor and it stuck.
~
More signs of Bad men but the old mans trail is also fresh, the children want to turn back. I push us on, there is little water now.
~
One of them is sick, she seems small in my arms. Han blames me, I see it in his eyes, if it is the infestation she will die.
~
Her sickness has passed, Han and the others seem happy. Together we leave at sunrise following the old mans tracks into the dusty frontier hopeful now.
~
The End.
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