First, the countless hours working on what to tweet and when to tweet it. Then all the money wasted on social media analytics. Finally the virgin sacrifices, until local vampires threatened to call the police. But whatever she did, the Algorithm remained a #mystery. #vss365

This journey is taking #forever. A slow soul-sucking crawl. The Beetle in front stops. A horde of giant shiny insects, obeying some vestigial survival instinct. So he's stuck in traffic. No, he is the traffic. Him and all the others. The mindlessness of the swarm. #vss365

How Not To #Tweet in 7 Queasy Steps by me 1. Think of something to tweet 2. Wonder if anyone's interested 3. Write tweet 4. Spend 10 minutes rewriting 5. Worry about potential misinterpretation 6. Delete tweet ... AND/OR 7. Back to 3 and repeat #twitter #amtweeting

This was #somewhere she'd always wanted to go. Alpine air and clear lakes. Her idea of heaven. But now they'd arrived, nothing had changed. The same pervasive sense her life should have been better than this. She sighs. She can't escape herself. Not even on holiday. #vss365

They took him in. Welcomed him with camaraderie and political debate. Gave his life a meaning. A perfect cause. Made him one of them. What have I got #tangled with? He briefly wonders. But he agrees to detonate the bomb. It's what he's always wanted, after all. #vss365

After the land caught fire and the seas began to boil, we took refuge in the Shelters. We've not gone upside for years. Not seen what's become of the city #skyline. For fear of what we might find. Instead we turn to the Virtual Machine, inhabiting lives that never were. #vss365

New sci-fi sub genres including Climate Fiction, Solarpunk, Afrofuturism and "Ultra-Unreal" Fiction. via ⁦@qz⁩

A #bright flash and two young people in Tudor dress appeared. More rich unlicensed time travellers. Ridiculous. It's his job to stop them before they're hung as witches or reintroduce smallpox. Or something. In other words, a glorified babysitter. Still, it paid well. #vss365

Angry tweeting from garden birds The feeder needs a refill again The twisted ecstasies of fierce fox sex screaming through the night. Integrated pollen logistics delivered by worker bees to a plant near you In the heart of the city the #wild persists #vss365

She woke aboard the #Haven, 50 years into its interstellar voyage. She's heard the horror stories about wierd rituals or brutal regimes that develop over time. The truth was worse. Now she's trapped with nosy neighbours and petty arguments. For the rest of her life. #vss365

My first 100% true VSS. I even drew a picture of the cooling towers in black and pink fekt-tip pen which my parents still have somewhere (!)

#didcotpowerstation was a landmark on the way to my grandparents' house. When I saw them I knew we were almost there. Funny to think I had a #favourite power station! And now it's gone. Another piece of my childhood lost to memory. #vss365

The #Symphony of the Undead was once known as the favourite music of vampires. It was only played once in its 10 hour entirety at a specially built concert hall, which finishes with the sunrise streaming through the roof. It is now known as the Symphony of the Dead. #vss365

At #Vermilion Sands, the most decadent resort in the Galaxy, the Expedition is the highlight of the Season. 10 prisoners are granted pardon if they survive the alien god beyond the beach. The sacrifice ends when the last screams stop. Then the party of the year begins. #vss365

For the #Glory of the Nation! For the Honour of Our Families! He'd believed all of it, once. Now his nation is in ruins and he no longer has a family. His wife, dead in an air raid. His son, killed at the front. His daughter? That was the worst. She disowned him. #vss365

I walk the city. I take the tube, sit in cafes observing this extravagance of strangers in their wondrous variety Wishing I could hear the stories everyone has to tell know their hopes, their fears feel their #emotion And store their souls in a little red notebook #vss365

#WritingCommunity which of you swears by the screen* and which of you likes to jot things down in notebooks? I find there's something freeing about pen and paper - what about you? * I swear by the screen if the dread words 'not responding' appear.

Ineffectual incantations. Pointless potions. Stalled spells. Was I really the Worst Witch? The evidence was overwhelming. My black cat watched me smugly I waited for her unsolicited advice. I was an incompetent occultist, stuck with an overfamiliar #familiar. #vss365

Do you have days when you have no enthusiasm for writing? When the whole enterprise seems eminently pointless and you wonder why you even bother? What does it mean? I don't know. But you and I not alone. Here's Kafka on writing... #writingcommunity #amwriting

Let the world go to #hell, for I should always have my tea. Is this hell? Dostoevsky thought. A mad hatter's train set, buried beneath an electric city. The Underground. At least he had tea. He took a sip from a strange papery cup. Ugh. Yes. His own private hell. #vss365