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.
Twittering Tales #21 – The Round Up
Last week’s tales are fabulous! We even had a few new folks join us. Who knew that antique typewriter had so many stories to tell? Apparently you all did! Thank you to everyone who added their voice to the conversation.
From Michael at Morpethroad
If only, if only,
that one elusive word.
willing it to leap out
I know it’s on the tip of my tongue.
I wonder, could it be?
Darling, I need you!
From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller
The typing started at 11:58pm. It stopped at sunrise. Some found my luck unnerving, some mind-boggling. My morning preface never let me down
From Irena at Books and Hot Tea
She typed, sighed, and crumpled another paper. The typewriter wanted to sigh, too. It could tell her what to write, if only it could speak.
From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila
One simple word that shouldn’t be taken for granted. Once that is lost, it will never be the same again. The ground for respect – TRUST!
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings
It starts with one word
which nobody heard.
’twas typed by a ghost
and sent in the post.
The ghost, a poor sinner
was hailed as the winner!
From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes
Hemingway, in the heavenly Writers’ Corner, sullenly one-finger types, shooting murderous glances at the newbies with their Mac Books.
From Martin at Martin Cororan Blog
Every morning the same missive: “Is that you Jimmy? I know you poisoned me! Goddammit! Why couldn’t I have possessed something with Wi-Fi?”
From Kirst at Kirst Writes
each letter a clatter
word follows word
aching fingers growing stronger
stories gradually getting longer
word after word after word
From Di at Pensitivity101
Everyone gets it.
Inspiration would come through sleep.
When she awoke, the prompt was there.
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger
As punishment for texting in class I was told to sit down and finish the sentence. I couldn’t find the return key.
From Mick from Mick E Talbot Poems
it caught him out
it was the type
the crime plagiarism
his words not my typing
case now closed
he got done for swiping
From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words
A missile impacted somewhere nearby. The flame of the candle quiver. She needs to complete the next episode to earn bread for few more days.
From Patty on Twitter @pjstemple
She warned she’d speak. He laughed as if to challenge her. She relished the feel of the keys as she typed the first word: Abuse
From Reena at Reinventions
It starts with one word – dreams. It grows into ambition, success, greed, obsession or crime. The end depends on how the world reacts to it.
If only you’d write the words to set me free. Instead, you allow me to languish without you in obscurity – longing only for your touch.
From Carol at Writing and Works
It started with one word. What it was exactly, I can’t remember. The world perhaps. The universe? This? Us? All of it from one, little word.
From Lorraine at 25 Words More or Less, two very different tales.
It starts with one word, whispered. More words, voices create hateful sentences, paragraphs of lies. Fiction becomes fact; untruths become real. (142) 
Ancient artifact captures the imagination of an inquisitive child. Taloned green fingers tap rhythmically on rusted keys. (120) 
From Deek The Cool Bookworm at Jot the Thought
He found the old typewriter in an attic. He began writing. As his name features on the bestseller’s list, his grandfather beams from above.
From The Grateful Dead
It starts with one word…it ends with one too. LOVE – a complete story in itself.
From Francine at Woman Walking Max
Madame Clair Voyant ” for you I see woes, money troubles, your home gone. Georgina ” George the bailiffs are outside! ”
From Julia at Trailing Something
I write what people tell me, whether that comes from their hearts, souls, minds, or a God above. I don’t know why or what point I’m making.
And from me
The former owner of the old house was a writer. Ten years after his death he finished his novel. The author’s name? Ghostwriter, of course!
Twittering Tale #22 – 21 March 2017
I can spend hours looking at photos for the prompt each week. Eventually I know I’ve found “the one” when I keep going back to it. That’s how it was with this week’s photo from pexels.com. I love the bright, mismatched clothing that this old woman is wearing. She is very spring-like. Or maybe she’s a witch or an angel or just a crazy old bird lady. Who is she? What’s in that satchel she’s carrying? Where is she going or coming from? Help me solve the mystery with your twittering tale this week. I have to warn you though. You may find that you have more to say about her than a tweet allows. I know I did. But remember you only have 140 characters to bring her story to life. Most of all, have fun. I can’t wait to read your stories. 😊
Eternity’s Midwife (Dedicated to some compassionate Hospice volunteers I have known.<3)
Miss Nellie had a way with birthin’. “Laboring takes long as it takes,” she’d say. When time came she’d sigh, “go on now, heaven’s awaitin.”