February 21, 2017

Twittering Tales #18 – 21 February 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 charactercountonline.com.

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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Photo from Pixabay.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:

He chuckles as she watches.
Every moment is precious.
Every touch a treasure.
Best mates forever.
Her hand slips into his.
Her warmth is life.
(139 characters)

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:

Cupid’s on a pension now. His arrow license revoked. So he draws his hearts in the sand. Tide turns; he returns. His days are full. (131Characters/25 Words)

From Lady Lee Manila:

Good times and the bad times, memories through the years. They walked through the beach. Today’s their golden wedding anniversary. Cheers!
(138 Characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger (two options with punctuation differences between them):

Covered in blankets, Bea watched her soul-mate express his true love to her in the sand. He faltered; she caught her breath. Then smiled.
(137 Characters)

Covered in blankets, Bea watched her soul-mate express his true love to her in the sand. He faltered — she caught her breath — then smiled.
(139 Characters)

From Rules640 at Life at 17:

“You are behaving like a teenager, Robert.”

I glanced at her, even though she was frowning, I could see the hint of her smile; still captivating.

“We aged my dear, our love didn’t.”
(136 Characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:

Bloody woman, he muttered. I’m too old for this shit.
‘Prove you love me’, she’d said.
Jeez. I just hope the tide doesn’t come in.
(136 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings (BTW, Peter is the Limerick King!):

A man drew a heart in the sand.
He thought it incredibly grand.
At the end of the day
the heart washed away
but his love had a ring on her hand.
(138 characters)

From Reena at ReinventionsReena:

This is where they had kissed each other goodbye, years ago. He traced a heart around it, daily, to commemorate the event. Belief or Relief?

From Gayl at GaylSWright – Words, Photos and Art:

The Joy of Love
Each anniversary Joe drew a giant heart in the sand for Liz.
She always acted surprised which made him very happy.
It was the joy of love.
(138 characters)

An Unusual Artist
An unusual artist, Sid used the sand as his canvas.
Hearing the waves crash inspired him as he created
the heart, a token of love for Sasha.
(140 characters)

Hearts of Love
Matt and May met late in life, an unlikely pair to fall in love.
In the sand he drew a heart and nervously proposed.
She nodded with a smile.
(140 characters)
OR
Matt and May met late in life and often walked on the beach.
One day he drew a heart, held her close and proposed.
What would her answer be?
(140 characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:

They were coming. He knew it meant guns, bombs and destruction. But he’ll try to welcome the aliens, show them there’s some good in humans.
(139 characters)

From Martha at Martha L Shaw, Poet, Writer, Artist:

My man has a good heart but he’s messy. When he cooks I mop from floor to ceiling! Here’s my Valentine’s surprise! I’m not mopping it!
(138 characters)

and my tale starting things off:

She walked here each day. Norm traced a heart in the sand. As she passed by, a huge wave swallowed his ankles. “Tomorrow,” he sighed.
(134 Characters)

Bravo Everyone! I must say, I felt the LOVE last week! Here’s the prompt for this week. Looking forward to your take on this photo. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #18 – 21 February 2017

Photo from Pixabay.com

The Safe House

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.

(140 Characters)

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