Monthly Archives: November 2016

Twittering Tales #5

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About the challenge:  Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.

If you accept the challenge, 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 charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt.

Have Fun! 🙂

Here are the results for Twittering Tales #4 based on this photograph from last week. We have some new folks joining the fun!

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From Kiwinana at Ramblings of a Writer:

If those golf carts are used all together, how do you know which one you used, do you just help yourself to any cart when returning? (132 Characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea – “Abandoned” :

Golf clubs were abandoned. When it came, money couldn’t save the rich. Wealth gave them no power anymore. They tasted the same as the poor. (139 Characters)

and from me:

The new administration’s energy savings’ plan involves replacing full-sized automobiles with golf carts. It is expected to save billions. (137 Characters)

Thanks to everyone who played last week! See this week’s prompt photo below:

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“Siri said to turn right.”

“Great! Since Siri is so smart, try asking her where we are!”

“Siri, where are we?”

Siri Answered: “Hell if I know!”

kat ~ 22 November 2016
(140 Characters)


Every Writer Knows…

Every writer knows…

From martymousehouse.com

…a thesaurus is their acquaintance, ally, alter ego, associate, bosom buddy, buddy, chum, classmate, cohort, colleague, companion, compatriot, comrade, consort, cousin, crony, familiar, intimate, mate, pal, partner, playmate, roommate, schoolmate, sidekick, soul mate, spare, well-wisher…FRIEND!

Have a great Monday…kat 😊


Winter Roses ~ Magnetic Poetry Monday ~ 21 November 2016

said the beautiful rose,
her sweet blossoms frosted,
withering softly on the vine…

though cold winds may
rustle wildly through your
souls leaving your spirits
no rest or peace…always
know that we bloom
over and then some
for only this thing,
to live and breathe a life
of purest deep love

kat ~ 21 November 2016
(Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 20 November 2016


It’s been an odd week. Happy Sunday to you by the way. It’s the day when I look back at the week that was and lift a line from each blog entry to create a Shi Sai (ReVerse) poem. I never know how they are going to turn out, but they have an interesting way of working. There was definitely a theme running through each post this week.

It’s been an odd week. I finally reached a level of acceptance post-election. I worked my way, over the past week, through various stages of grief, even allowing myself to get angry, which is not a usual thing for me. And I was beginning consider that maybe I should “hope for the best” as my friends who voted for the winner encouraged me to do, but…

It’s been an odd week. Each day the news revealed a lineup of shocking developments as DT added cronies to his team. As much as I want to remain optimistic, it’s getting harder. Sorry friends who voted for him, I would never say “I told you so,” but…

It’s been a strange week. My tendency is to retreat, stay to myself, stick to my routine, not make waves. But none of us has that luxury in times like these. So I started wearing a safety pin everyday. It’s meant to let others know that they are safe with me. And it reminds me too, that I need to be vigilant for justice and equality for all people. As much as I’d like to lock myself away, I can’t, because…

It’s been a strange week. I have to believe we’ve got this! Together we’ve got this.

Peace, hope, love and justice.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 20 November 2016

remember, i am here
I hide in a cubicle dawn to dusk
It is expected to save billions
I dare say we are past the fussing stage
but who else but a woman,

a flock of quacking quackers
those who like familiar things
on a whisp’ring breeze
staying behind their walls with their own kind, where it was safe,

holds truth for our times
clouds grow softly…

~kat


After the Rain – Magnetic Poetry Saturday

beautiful quiet comes
after the rain as
clouds grow softly
into blue and light falls
like tendrils blanketing
me in deep peace

kat – 19 November 2016