Writing a Story on Twitter

Following on from a conversation with my partner, Benedict Roff-Marsh, where I had posted a tweet complaining about a lack of time writing, he came up with the suggestion that I actually write my story on Twitter.

Each tweet is a segment of the story. I can’t go back and edit, so what you see below is the story as I write it on Twitter, tweet by tweet. As I finish each chapter, I will move it off onto its own page and just keep the chapter in progress below, otherwise, it gets too unwieldy for the reader and possibly causing WordPress to lunch itself.

The first story is a continuation of my novella, “The Map in the Fortune Cookie“.

The Body in the Building

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Half an hour later, I walked into my office, feeling like I’d been hit by a bus. The conversation with Symonds had gone exactly as I’d feared. There was little chance I would get any work done, but the evidence to clear my name was here.

Or so I hoped. Either way, I had little choice but to try to find what Elliot Walthers had uncovered and why it had cost him his life. Samuel Olsen must have wanted to protect that secret very badly indeed.

There was a knock on the door to my office as I sat down. Pete Larson, my boss, stood in the doorway, his face full of concern.

“Hey, Nat. How are you holding up? You sure you should be here?”

“I’m sure, Pete. Thank you,” I smiled crookedly at him. I had considered telling Pete about Detective Symond’s belief I was involved, but on the drive from the police station, I felt that the fewer people who knew of that, the better. If I needed his help with my search, I would talk to him about it then.

In the meantime, he had enough on his plate with the delay this whole thing was causing. Pete had also been my manager and friend for years. I knew he would no doubt give Symonds a piece of his mind, which, while satisfying, wouldn’t help anyone.

“All right,” he answered gently. “I will admit that I’m glad to have you back at work. Old Man Olsen is crawling all over me to get things moving again.”

“I bet he is,” I said simply. Inside, I raged at the arrogance of the man. To dismiss the death of a man, and one who he had quite probably killed himself or had killed, it showed just how cold and single-minded he was.

“Well, let me know if you need anything from me,” Pete replied. He turned and walked back to his office.

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