Twittering Tales #9 – 20 December 2016

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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 #8 based on this photograph from last week:img_6738

From Michael at MorpethroadMorpethroad:

Christmas eve it’s just us. The cold is all around us save for the fire in the hearth. We snuggle close, its where we want to be. Together.
(140 Characters)

From Ladyleemanila:

flames licking the logs
warming glow, crackle, sparkle
keeping each other warm
ecstasy and passion felt
ah! the love for each other
(127 Characters)

From Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:

She loved a good fire. So warmed her heart and her pyromaniac soul.
(67 Characters)

From Willowdot:

Glowing logs capture the imagination.
Dreams arrive in concentration
Memories fill us with happy contemplation.
Yule tide celebration.
(137 Characters)

From Pat at Black Cat Alley:

Swarthy skin, crocodile grin, she sold herself to the devil; fire-whiskey lipped, slip of the tongue – she can’t recall the terms of use.
(137 Characters)

From Elsie at Ramblings of a Writer:

Watching that flame burning the wood reminded me it’s summer in New Zealand, please be careful when lighting fires.

Beware of forest fires.
(138 Characters)

From Kathryn at AnotherFoodieBlogger:

The large beam that held up the farmhouse fell crashing to the ground into the engulfing fire. At that point Jenny knew it was a total loss.
(140 Characters)

From Sonali at Howling with the Wolf:

The flames lapped at her feet, ground unsteady, yet she still wielded her weapon, held her stance.

The real fire was in her eyes.
(128 Characters)

From Poetry Joy:

Logs crackled in the hearth. Flames licked higher and he wondered what it would take to light even a spark in his dark, world-weary heart.
(138 characters)

and from me:

Nothing warmed her heart more than a crackling fire, hot cocoa and a few banned books to burn; freedom of speech and expression be damned.
(139 Characters )

What an awesome collection of Twittering Tales we had this week. So many different takes on this prompt. Thank you everyone for playing along!

See this week’s prompt photo below:

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Twittering Tales #9 – 20 December 2016

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Photo from Pixabay.com

“It seemed like a good idea. They would wait for the perfect moment to snap a selfie. But the waves were larger than they thought!”

kat ~ 20 December 2016
(129 Characters)

 


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