Read Fuel Dump

[The Brighamist]

I like Fuel Dump.

But I don't like reading it on Twitter.

So I made this site: http://twittertales.com/FuelDump

And now I have read the whole thing and you can too.

If this helps even one person learn how to read, I'll be happy.

(Also, it will automatically update if Tom ever writes any more Fuel Dump)

[nec13]

The first six chapters of Fuel Dump put anything that John Updike ever wrote to shame. It's just brilliant.

[iAmBaronVonTito]

the only problem: black font on a black background  

[The Brighamist]

the only problem: black font on a black background  

I've removed the background, so now it's just plain black on white.

Sadly, I'm no graphic designer. I wish I were, so I could give Fuel Dump the visual treatment it deserves.

[citizenlewis]

Thank you for doing this.  I'm having a hard time reading it on Twitter.  I'm not complaining just exposing how dumb I am.

[erechoveraker]

Thanks for this. It'll be fun to read in one sitting! (sadly, I've been purposefully ignoring it because I have a horrible attention span or are completely impatient, and need to have this sort of stuff in larger chunks. Which is why I wait to watch most shows as season DVD's/buy comics in tpb form etc)

[A.M. Thomas]

I couldn't really get the hang of reading in reverse order, so thanks for making this.

[Matthew_S]

I did not see this posted yet so here you go:

http://www.salon.com/books/feature/2009/05/14/cellphone_fiction/print.html

"Cellphone novels, the rage in Japan, now have competition in America: Twitter fiction."

BestShow relevant excerpt:

To me, most interesting aren't the micro-tales and poems but instead the attempts at an ongoing narrative in short bursts. Two I like are both hard-boiled crime thrillers, not surprising since the genre is conventionally lean, staccato and headlong. "Fuel Dump" by TV writer Tom Scharpling (@scharpling) wields a stripped genre-orthodox style for its wiggy premise:


Morton snapped open the briefcase and his wish was granted -- four million dollars laid out in neat rows before him.

Dennis Wilson unrolled the map in the poster tube, focusing on the small red circle over a town called Jalpan.

"Fuck the Beach Boys and that bald asshole Mike Love; when this thing pans out, I'm gonna be richer than Brian," he thought to himself.