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 #25 – The Roundup
From Michael at Morpethroad:
I was disappointed with no entry.
They had played my songs.
Their interpretations fascinated me.
I was flattered by their vocal renditions.
From Lost in Translation79:
And so it begins…
I stood there with baited breath, the crowd restless. I closed my eyes absorbing this moment, because you only have this once…
From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila
Let us get through
We’ve got passes
To see the Band live
After their show
Couldn’t believe our luck
We’re now groupies, yay!
From Reena at ReInventions:
The Final Scene
It was time to don the disguise robes. The mission had to be accomplished today by the suicide bomber. Both success and failure meant death.
From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
Come One, Come All
Why is it restricted entry? Why don’t they put up, “Come one, come all, Laugh till you fall!” After all joy is always to be multiplied.
From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
We’ll Be In Touch
Booed off stage talentless bands are pushed to this door. Saves paying their fee—it opens onto a disused lift shaft.
From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less
Cynthia wondered if anyone bothered to leave their ego at the door. Last night’s fireworks weren’t a planned part of the performance.
From Di at Pensitivity101:
I could not believe I was denied access.
It was just a local talent contest!
The oldest was 9, the youngest 6, and I was their mother!
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Ray Sr. stood before the closed door, confused. His rheumy eyes glanced over at his son. “Come on dad, you’ll have fun. For old-time’s sake.”
From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words:
I’ve saw him s’where…where, I can’t recollect now….
the old legend looks at the sign and then at the woman…he sigh…his last breath…
From Bobby at Bobby Fairfield:
On the other side lies fame and fortune or a very rapid descent into oblivion. Let’s do it boys.
From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
I used to go to every gig, years ago.
His eyes would always find me in the crowd, then later we’d…
Would he even remember? I knocked.
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
You’re banned, not band! Despite dressing as pirates and carrying guitars, Gilbert and Sullivan failed to get past the doorman at the Savoy.
not one tale but two with a clue…
I’ve been outside the door for 3 days now, waiting for the superstar Kat to come out. I’ll just have to make do with leaving this note behind. Hope she finds it!
From Milton John at Broadsidesdotme:
On the set of the “Titanic” we received due respect.
From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
With a new lead singer, our popularity peaked. Critics praised us, concerts were sold out.
But was fame worth leaving a part of us behind?
And starting it off…my take:
People called us an overnight sensation. If they only knew how many dives, we played to get here. Wouldn’t a had it any other way.
Loved the variety this week you all! We had has-beens and wanna-be’s groupies and stage moms, a few curtain calls, a nautical twist of view, song pirates and pyrotechnics. Thanks everyone for playing along this week. You’ll find this week’s photo prompt below. What tales are hidden in this rear view mirror? Hope to see you at next week’s round up!
Twittering Tale #26 – 18 April 2017
“Do you see them?”
“No…I think we’ve finally lost them. Just a few more miles.”
“We may never know. Look ahead. They’re coming.”