Mar 15 2014

A recap of my #twitterfiction day 3 offering


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My contribution to the current #twitterfiction is a series of tweets retelling Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart,” but with a Twitter twist. Here is what you may have missed on day three:

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He had been tweeting – “It matters not that I am an
egg. It is only an icon,” or “Millions of others use it.”

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Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself. It was all in
vain. The twitter support team approached him.

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Stalking his page, enveloping him in account verifications.
It was this mournful process that made him suspect.

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He neither saw or tweeted that he thought my presence on his
page caused the hacker to come.

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When I waited a long time, very patiently, without seeing
him tweet, I resolved to favorite again. Just one post.

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So I favorited – you cannot imagine how stealthily I chose the
post- until, like a tugging on a spider’s web, he saw.

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The egg was tweeting at me. Full 140 character tweets, all
directed to me. I grew furious as I gazed at the egg.

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I saw it with perfect distinctness – a plain white egg, that
single solid color around it of the most hideous shade.

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But I could see nothing else of the tweeter or his tweets:
for I had fixed my gaze precisely upon that default icon.

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And have I not mentioned that it is skill, not madness, to
be a Twitter master such as I? I saw the direct message

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It was a low count. Just one message. Quick and dull. Hidden
in the icon of the envelope. I knew it well.

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It was typed privately so only I could read it. This
increased my fury like a drum stimulating a soldier’s courage.

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But even yet I refrained from tweeting. I scarcely
retweeted. I was motionless in my favoriting, and unfavoriting.

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I maintained my gaze upon the egg. Meantime the hellish
direct message count increased. It grew higher

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and higher every instant. The tweeter’s terror must have
been extreme! He direct messaged me more every moment!

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I have told you that I was nervous. And now at this dead
hour of the night, amid the sleeping followers,

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so strange a growing number of direct messages gave me
uncontrollable terror. Yet, for minutes, I did not tweet.

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But the direct messages grew in number! I thought my inbox
must fill. And now a new anxiety seized me-


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