Monthly Archives: January 2017

Twittering Tales #15 – 31 January 2017


About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and your mission 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

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

Here is the roundup of last week’s creative twittering tales based on the photo below. If I missed your story, please let me know so I can add it to the line up.


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From Michael at Morpethroad a sassy sheep tale:

You lookin’ at me?
you ain’t pulling no wool over my eyes
This is the face of a thousand fleeces.
You better believe it.
So read my lips.
(137 Words)

From Di at Pensitivity101 a true tale:

Hello? Where’s my dinner.
You’re not my usual driver.
Come to think of it, maybe this isn’t the right van.
(104 characters)

From Nicola Auckland at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller – New here, with two tales to tell! 

“What is it?”
“I don’t know”
“Poke it”
“I did”
“And nothing”
“Can we eat it?”
“It’s blue. No food is blue. Don’t touch it….Bob?”
(128 Characters)

“Stay very still. It might not see us.”
“It’s looking at me.”
“Is the beast from Blefuscu?”
“I know not, pass me an egg and we shall test it.”
(139 Characters)

From Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip a cautionary guess what’s for dinner tale:

Dolly is invited to the McGregor’s for supper. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know what the recipe for haggis contains.
(109 characters)

From Joy at Poetry Joy who had two tales to tell:

Thick swirled tight curls
encase this woolly jumper,
this white night-leaper through
my head, as I finally seek a
decent sleep within this bed
(140 characters)

Feeling sheepish?” she smirked.

“Just a bit”, he huffed and puffed beneath weighty flank of sheep, ‘I didn’t expect her to sit on my chest!”
(140 characters)

From Pat at Black Cat Alley, “asheep” on the job:

Hey you!
Little Bo Peep. 
What kind of shepherdess are you? Asleep on the job.
Damn it to fleece that Ba-dooray doesn’t work on humans.
(133 Characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger and other-worldly tale:

The aliens were very small beings and chose a most unfortunate landing area. Imagine their surprise when they opened the space capsule top!
(139 Characters)

Peter from Peter’s Ponderings joined us for the first time this week with a tale about a nightmarish flight:

The gas is fast escaping and it smells awful!

I really think we’ve been fleeced.

Why the hell did I agree to this airsheep flight anyway?
(136 characters)

Irena from Books and Hot Tea wrote about a “rude awakening”:

Hazy-eyed, he awoke to see a sheep looking down on him. He never truly looked into its eyes before. He saw wisdom now. Emotion. Rebellion.
(138 characters)

And finally, I started the round off with two tales. I really love this photo!

I woke up in a field, the sun blocked by two beady eyes, hot green breath on my face. The last thing I remember? An eerie light in my room.
(139 Characters)

So consumed in passion were they, that they didn’t notice the herd of sheep who seemed very interested in the mating ritual of humans.
(134 Characters)


Here is your new prompt photo. Tell me what you see and I will see you next Tuesday at the Round-up! Have a great week! 🙂

Twittering Tales #15 – 31 January 2017


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It had been years. Everything had changed, new buildings and faces. But one thing remained. Home was there, smaller than he remembered.
(135 Characters)

~kat – 31 January 2017

Soul Sighting- Magnetic Poetry Monday – 30 January 2017

Soul Sighting

my breath lingers
surrounding me in a
cool cloud of icy air…
for a magic moment
it is like looking
at my soul

kat – 30 January 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit)

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 January 2017

Each week I look back. Each week I lift a line from my posts from the previous week to give me a snapshot of the week that was, to clean the slate, to clear my head to prepare for the coming week.

I want a do-over. But since that is not the way time works I plan to reject my clean slate model for this week and the weeks to come because apathy has a way of finding fertile soil in the hearts of those who hide from the realities of the past without gleaning them first for lessons to retain.

I cannot wipe this week’s slate clean because it is not over. Not yet.

Peace and love to all, yes, all.

<Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 29 January 2017

…she never sleeps
the last thing I remember?
…that they didn’t notice…
I been lookin’ eberwheres…
would that I could hide away
brackish billows swell
flow from light to gray
everything felt so familiar
utopia is a place
just sayin’
battered by a storm


Essay Assignment – Souvenir 

So like a leaf, with a transparent white stem that had been battered by a storm; frayed fluff and separated barbs in shades of silvery gray, ochre and indigo. If I hadn’t been looking down I might have missed the feather.

I wondered if the bird who lost it, missed it, or if it took its passing as a commonplace event, like clipping one’s fingernails.

I picked it up and headed home with a lilt in my step; me and my tiny single wing.

©kat – 28 January 2017

Written for an essay writing exercise at the Roanoke Regional Writer’s Conference – 28 January 2017

Magnetic Poetry Saturday – 28 January 2017

can we have
a do-over?


~kat – 28 September 2017

(Magnetic Poetry – Original Kit)

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