Twittering Tale #50 – 19 September 2017


About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. Be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #49 – The Roundup

Wilmington DE © @timsavage

Photo by Tim Savage at

Starting us off my tweet last week…
The last few years had been hell. Before the end, he planned a trip for her; luxury hotel, spa appointments. The only thing missing was him.
(140 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
“My dress was stolen yesterday. The culprit has put it back, but outside the wrong room.”
“We checked camera recordings. It’s your husband.”
(139 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Got a great job as a winter caretaker at a grand hotel in the Rockies, but it may be haunted. I keep seeing two young girls in the halls.
(137 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Behind each door a separate story.
Fears, conciliation, celebration.
A boy cries in room 3
A girl laughs in room 5
A microcosm of our society.

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
war or peace, night or day
a clandestine affair
furtive meeting of a secret club
untrustworthy deal that went wrong
a place to recuperate
(140 characters)

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
“You have done a wonderful job with the interiors.”
The dark walnut wood paneling stands out giving a rich look under the golden lights.
135 characters

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflections:
As I entered the corridor on the first day of my new job, a chill ran through my spine. I had foreseen a murder here, in my dream last night!
Letter count : 141

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
The apartments at the top of the World Trade Centre really were the ultimate in luxury. He whispered in her ear “Will you be mine forever?”
(139 characters)
(From Peter: There were NO apartments in the WTC buildings destroyed on September 11 2001)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
Room 711 he’d said.
Alighting from the elevator, she faltered.
Twins on tricycles and the taunting ‘Here’s Johnny!’ swamped her head.
She ran.
139 characters

From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
Me: I’ve been here for ages! What gives?
Him: What, nobody told you?
Him: Here’s a clue; Room 1- Heaven, Room 2 -Hell, Room 3-Returns
140 characters

From Leena – Soul Connection at Through My Heart’s Web:
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Man Crsng Her Joks,Flckrng Lgt Gv Erie Flng
Smilng,She Passes Thru Clsd Door Of Sme Rm Whr She Had Ended Lyf
He Freeze.

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Bare feet pounding down the hallway  so many doors. Help someone help! Arriving at reception in her pyjamas. Help please I think he has gone.

From Janmalique at Strange Goings On in my Head:
The creatures was behind one of these doors, its voice was calling to him.
Soon the darkness would overwhelm him, then total annihilation.

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:
Hey, Jack.
Just checked into Room 237, Overlook Hotel.
Scenic vistas of the Rockies.
Someone wrote REDRUM on my bathroom mirror. 

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
The Discreet Hotel
Room service for 703 Bubbly for two
Concierge says avoid 701 her ex is in there
angry knows she’s next door
I lied about my hotel experience
What if I make a mistake?

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
It’s coming. Get back to your room before the lights go out. Don’t look back. That’s what it wants. Remember which one is your door? Run.
(137 characters)

So many scenarios happening behind the doors of this beautiful hotel. Terror, murder, aliens, monsters, love lost, betrayal, romance, philosophical reflections…and even interior decorating. Bravo everyone! Be sure to visit each other’s sites via the links provided. 😉

This week I found this nice photo of a crossroads in the woods by keywest3 at Which way would you choose? Does it matter? Or do we make the best of what we find at the end of whichever choice we make. Sorry…I’m letting my random stream of consciousness spill out all over the challenge. I’m sure you will figure this photo out without my help. Remember 140 characters. You have a week. I’ll meet you back here next week at the Roundup. Ready, set…go!

Oh…Almost forgot! This Twittering Tale is NUMBER 5-0! I’m so happy that you’re still twittering here with me. Thank you for all the fabulous shorts and here’s to many more! 🙂


keywest3 at Pixabay

Twittering Tale #50 – 19 September 2017

“We’ve been here before.”
“I can’t believe…which way did we go last time?”
“Left. We’ll go left.”

… …

“We’ve been here before…”

139 Characters

Magnetic Poetry Monday

my soul longs for
fall’s full frosting
rustling trees
wet, withering leaves
murmur of the forest
dying, blanketed
beneath the brown


(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)


For MindLoveMiserysMenagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: to write a piece launched by this quote from Sherlock Holmes (the series):

Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them …..

Seventy times seven, blah, blah, blah. Have you ever done the math? I have. 490. That’s it. At this point I have more than fulfilled my quota of this mandate to forgive. Besides, I don’t see anyone standing in line to forgive me for existing. In fact, the hits keep coming, if you know what I mean. Here are a few gems from that hit list…

“Love the sinner, hate the sin…You know we love you. We just don’t agree with your lifestyle choices….You could change if you wanted to…You have an agenda…Stop flaunting your sexuality…It’s just a phase…You don’t deserve special rights…It’s because of you we have earthquakes, hurricanes, floods…the plague (I wish I was that powerful)…You’re an abomination…God hates you…You’re going to hell (kinda thought I was already there)…and my personal favorite; the one that rips through me like a hot poker through butter…I’m praying for you.

Please don’t. I’m trying to forgive you. I’m trying to not judge you. I’m trying to love you, but you make it so difficult.

Because there’s this too. “Love your enemies… If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them.” I fall short everyday. But that doesn’t mean I don’t keep trying; 490 times 490 times and counting.

One day I’ll get it right. In the meantime I am well aware of my flaws and weaknesses. I’m no angel…but neither are you.

And there I go again. Judging you for judging me. I guess that’s why we need practice at this forgiveness thing. I should have just said, “I’m no angel” and left it at that.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 September 2017

How do I love thee, life? I count the ways as if naming each thing might offer me a line to grasp; to anchor me in place when the recognizable signs start to slip away.

Those moments when darkness descends, there is you, tiny candle, sucking up air, consuming the wick, calling me home. When people are unkind, there is a smile and a gentle touch to remind me all is not lost. When there is suffering, and unimaginable loss in the wake of the storm, there is you, sweet, audacious nature, showing me that life goes on again and again with each passing season. Life goes on.

How do I love thee, life? With every breath I take of the air that I share with all things living. Though I am but a speck of dust, I have not surrendered myself to ash. I am an ember still, capable of warmth; a flicker of amber. Like autumn’s fading rose clings to the vine in sweetness, I cling to you, life. How precious each moment is. How precious you are.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 September 2017

she is not broken
the last few years had been hell
if you can call this living
when terror descended / when hatred triumphed
in a world so divided
the muse plays her heart
shades of gray
offering but a glimpse inside
It was true.
No one tells you it’s the little things that rip through your heart
impress anonymously
become self-serving
But it was revenge
between dusk and dawn
they can save us…if
like ice melting
it is all madness


A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

Magnetic Poetry Saturday

Today’s revelations from the magnetic word soup on Magnetic Poetry Online.

it is all madness
the frantic whispers
the bitter screams
of those crushed by
the lies of men from
sleepless to delirious if
there is no redress

like ice melting
she becomes liquid,
less herself, bleeding
from a broken heart
slowly dying, naked…
would that we could
look away

we innocently hand
over our power to
heroes as if only
they can save us…if
only we could trust them
and their feel good promises

between dusk and dawn
we rest our weary
souls, breathing deeply
by the light of the
moon, knowing the
sun will surely follow
night and day in harmony


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