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.
from Willow at Willowdot21
We saw her every day
Rain, dry she made her way
Never knowing what she carried
Moving fast she never tarried.
Once she smiled at us,like the sun
From Mick at Mick E Talbot Poems
Located one thousand one hundred and eighty eighty miniatures. Miss Johnsons satchel is getting extremely heavy. Only eight more then home.
From Vaidehi at Young Mind
“There’s still half way to go”-The matron who was acutely into trekking said.Only some have the courage to chase their dreams in senescence.
From Michael at Morpethroad
She labours her way to and from the shop.
In all weathers, she plods her way along.
Carrying all that is dear to her.
Head down, mind focused.
From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila
A woman with a song
And all her belongings
Lost and feeling desperate
She’s searching for love
No more pain
No more heartache
From Ramya at a Logophile’s Corner
The old lady visited the faraway market daily to buy strawberries from the poor girl.Her backyard strawberry garden smiled at her secret.
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger
Best get this week’s delivery over with, Ol’ Nellie muttered to herself. It’s a thankless task, but who else would feed her prisoners?
From Di at Pensitivity101
He’d been ill he said, unable to get out.
Could she possibly get him a few things.
Approaching his tent, she understood why he wanted seed.
From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words
It’s being two years her son and two months her only grandson was taken. A surpassed growl made her smile. The hunter on machan take aim.
From Francine at Woman Walking Max
“must tell Kalinka, don’t you marry that boy. His family it’s tainted, bring shame on ours. Stubborn girl she loves him…”
From Reena at Reinventions
Ugh! The print on your backside, and the patterns on your shape… No wonder, your walk is labored. You need a stylist, before you hitchhike
From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes
Baba Yaga dragged the bag into the bushes & scattered the contents. ‘That’ll learn ’em,’ she said to her house on chicken’s legs & cackled.
From Susmitamukherjee at Uniquesus
The old gypsy fortune-teller
She trotted back home gloomy holding her satchel. What she prophesied today was ill-fated.”Fancy a better day of luck tomorrow,” she hoped.
From Martin at Martin Cororan
‘I don’t understand it,’ said the Russian doll, ‘These shopping bags are getting bigger and home is getting further away!’
From Kirst at Kirst Writes
Humans saw our alpha-numeric system as floral patterns, my map as eccentric clothing. The portal was around the corner. I was nearly home.
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings
Hildegard scanned the track again. Yesterday she found 27. Today maybe more. If she could find just 35 she’d be able to escape at last!
From Irena at Books and Hot Tea
Every day she walks through their words.
Misplaced hate. Her herbs healed, never caused pain. Witches are misunderstood healers.
And my weird tale…I added the title after first posting it so as not to confuse anyone. My take on this interesting lady was bright and joyful helping souls pass from this life to the next. ❤
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.”
There were some interesting tales this week. A few of you told me that this one was a bit more challenging. Thank you so much for jumping in and giving it a try. If this prompt challenged you, I could not tell. Well done!
For the coming week, I found this interesting photo on Pixabay. These things can be seen and heard buzzing overhead everywhere. I’m thinking there a quite a few tales just waiting to be told. What do you think? Is it an alien canvassing device or it a spy’s tool of the trade. Maybe it’s just some guys very expensive “toy”. Of course there is more. What image is it capturing? Oh the possibilities! Tell me what you think in 140 characters or less, of course. And have fun! Alas, I am droning on…(I hear you groaning!) I’ll let you get to it! Here’s mine…
After the coup each person was assigned a tracking drone. Privacy was a novel concept from the past, hidden in the footnotes of history.
kat – 28 March 2017