A Tweeku is a combination of a Haiku Poem and a Tweet it has three lines and exactly 140 characters here is an example
WAR
The devastating time of war is here,
All the soldiers fire their guns.
The powerful bullets give heartbreaking injuries to lots of heroic men. 

The old warped wooden door creaked in the howling wind.  The icy wind blew around me waking me up although I had had an uneasy restless night because the deep deep starvation ate at my empty hollow stomach causing a sharp pain which triggered a twitch in my bony fleshless back.  I suddenly realised that if I didn’t get food urgently I wouldn’t be able to feed my young puppies who relied on me.  The milk was already running out.

I moved painfully slowly not to disturb the sleeping puppies.  They were already not able to move out of my way as their thin humpy bodies were too weak.

I looked out onto the busy highway as the noise of huge lorries thundering passed me, made my bones shake and shiver.  Before I knew it there was a loud bang!  The truck rose up like a whale breaking through the surface of the water and dropping down on its side which burst open hundreds of meat pies up into the air. The smell as the packaging burst open was enough to make no hesitation and I rushed head long for the tiny gap between the two grey cars nearest me.  I felt that I was moving in slow motion but only to feel the side of a large truck knock the wind out of my lungs.  I gasped for air.

I lay there in the centre of a hectic highway cars and lorries rushing by.  I dared not budge an inch.  All of a sudden I heard a soft kind voice “Hello, I’m Jock are you alright.” He whispered, at least I thought it was a boy. I whispered in a trembling voice that I couldn’t move.  Jock said “hold on and I will pull to the side of the road.”  He bend over me and compassionately and started to haul me ever so gently to the side of the motorway.  It struck me that the traffic had stopped but the truck was still on its side with people bolting about.  This gave Jock and I time to grab a pie and swallow it paper it all.  After three pies I felt my strength returning.  “Oh thank you Jock” I said adoringly.  “Now I must get back to my puppies.”

Jock returned with me and we became best friends.  My puppies were starving when I returned.  They didn’t even have the strength to yap.  They hobbled uncertainly over to me.  For the first time in weeks I was able to give them good milk.  When they had had there fill, they curled up and I told them the story.  I am certain it is a family legend.  To be told for generations.