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 charactercountonline.com
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt. Have Fun!
Here is our round up for this week’s prompt…a photo of a lovely, eerie, other-worldly, romantic, terrifying water-locked house on stilts set under a meteor dashed night sky. What imaginations you all have! I think this is one of my favorite twitter challenges yet. Thanks to everyone who gave it a try this week!
Photo from Pixabay.com
Twittering Tale #18 – The Round-Up:
From Di at Pensivity101…who I totally overlooked in the first draft of the roundup! Please forgive me Di…
The meteor shower was fast.
As the rocks fell, an eerie glow engulfed the lake house,
And by the time it was all over,
It had vanished.
From Michael at Morpethroad:
Alone at last she looks, and says its been so long.
Alone at last he looks, says I’m glad today has arrived.
Alone at last, holding hands.
From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller:
Frenzied meteors razed everything, yet recoiled from the house. As did we.
Childhood terror clamoured to be heard, but to live we must enter.
From Patrick at I Can’t Possibly be Wrong All the Time:
That night we gathered at the lakehouse.
We knew that come dawn, only one of us would be traveling back across the pier to shore.
From Reena at ReInventions:
The house looked perfect for a honeymoon night, under a starlit sky. She had not realized that this would become her gateway to heaven.
From Martha Shaw, Poet, Writer, Artist:
Uncle Bob retired to Cape Cod, was widowed, and kept company with others left behind. Wild rabbits popped by to visit regularly.
From Francine at Woman Walks Max:
We’re here, magic holiday tryst. Smell the rotting house, the foetid lake. Wild apocalyptic skies, fab. Those Undead Trip Advisor 5 stars so true. Just no virgins.
From Bobby Fairfield :
I sat watching as the meteor shower continued overhead. If the ones I had been in contact with were coming, I knew it would be tonight.
From Lorraine at 25 words more or less:
Magic. They watched the meteors streaking by. “See,” she said, “how beautiful the starscape is out here beyond the city.”
From Kathryn, Another Foodie Blogger:
The couple gazed wistfully at the lake cabin from their canoe under the shooting stars, thoughts of retirement dancing in their heads.
From Pat at Black Cat Alley:
Craning her neck, she stepped back, star struck and smitten.
The railing cracked.
An echoing ‘thwack’ bit the night – she hit the water.
From Jane at Jane Daugherty Writes:
As alien missiles whined through the night sky, the Trojan House rose on stilts and bore down on the sleeping town.
From Leara at Leara Writes:
Waves lap beneath. Meteors rain. An unassuming girl in an unassuming house extends an inhuman mind across galaxies to a long forgotten home.
at Thoughts of Words…a 100 Word Story inspired by the prompt photo. You can read it HERE
Girl In Paradise
The sky was a cerulean meditation. Circles of green undulated in waves beneath the pier. She sighed against the breath-beat of the sea.
The Star Shower
The clapboard walls of decorated gray swayed against the waves. Outside the window, night danced between the sky-sear of falling stars.
“It wasn’t here yesterday, I swear! How on earth did it get here?”
“I really don’t think earth had anything to do with it.” Perseid replied!
The estate agent refused to let the couple view the house.Yet they were drawn in. It was a phantom that fed on souls.The couple were lost.
From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
She lives surrounded by the sea. Earth makes her uneasy, the home of slimy creatures that are even now devouring the flesh of her victims.
and here’s my tale that kicked it all off:
She had to get away before he killed her. A friend had a remote beach house where she would be safe.
At water’s edge, he watched and waited.
Twittering Tale #19 – 28 February 2017
Here is your photo prompt for this last day of February. What do you see? Have fun and see you next week.
Photo from Pixabay.com
The bitter-sweet fusion of sulfur and gasoline seared her nostrils. She flung the match into the darkened room; the past best left to ashes.