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 #6 based on this photograph from last week. We have some new folks joining the fun!
*From Kiwinana (Elsie Hagley) from Ramblings of a Writer:
Sitting by the fire watching the glow on my nearly empty glass I clicked into wonderland sure I saw a fairy dancing in the red sea of glory.
*From Michael at summerstommy.com:
It can’t be a chardonnay, its red.
No it’s a new grape variety, red wine chardonnay.
Taste it and see.
Well its different.
Hmm you got any more?
*From Kathryn, anotherfoodieblogger:
I was offered a taste of new wine at the bar from a stranger. Little did I know it was a roofie, dammit! Where am I and where are my shoes?
*From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
She poured him wine. Her glass was already full, with a liquid too dark and thick. He failed to notice that, or the fangs beneath her lips.
*From Pat at Black Cat Alley:
A new wine, hailed as exceptional – raspberry sweet, peppery bite, bargain priced. Few tasted its dirtiness, the grapes stomped by goats. ©Pat Palazy/ wordwitch88@Black Cat Alley 2016∞
After an hour Sue realized she’d been stood up. She ordered more wine, noticing an attractive stranger at the bar. “You’ll do,” she thought.
*And finally from Willowdot21 (I think she may have thought the challenge was 140 words, but I loved her story so much I can’t not include it in the roundup!)
The light played upon the glass reflecting the windows of the bar.The barman watched the woman in the red dress silently fondling her glass. Something about her grabbed his interest.
As the evening progressed he found he was becoming obsessed with her, her figure, her hair, her lips and her eyes. She was sex personified and she was making him hungry, he could feel her body calling him,he was growing hard and so distracted. It was becoming impossible to concentrate, all he could see was her breasts rising and falling as she breathed.
Eventually he could take no more he vaulted the bar and made straight for her. As he approached she turned and smiled at him her eyes like ice cooled pools .”Hi”he said “my name is Tom”, “Hello sexy mine name is James” was the husky reply.
Thanks to everyone who played last week! If I somehow missed your entry, please let me know so I can add it to the roundup.
See this week’s prompt photo below:
Twittering Tales #7 – 6 December 2016
He found the journal in her dresser. As he read the words she wrote about “him” his heart broke. He wondered, “Should I tell them I know?”
kat – 6 December 2016