Monthly Archives: April 2017

Twittering Tales #24

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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.

Have Fun!

Twittering Tales #23…the Drone – The Round Up

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Drone – Photo From Pixabay.com

From Ramya at the Logophile’s Corner

Sounds Of War
The gun replaced the toy in his hand when a drone entered his town. His innocence faded when violence arose with the droning sounds of war.
(Character Count:139)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses

Zoom! It flew past, Am I being filmed? The tigress gave a resounding roar and struck an elegant pose.
124 characters

From Michael at Morpethroad
My neighbour sunbaked nude
For many years in complete privacy.
My drone flies over, hovers, then swivels
sending images to make my eyes pop.
(137 Characters)

From susmitamukherjee at Uniqueses
Treasure hunt
His drone zoomed near old Miss Maple’s window where she was found cautiously taking out the contents of her casket. “Oh! jolly,” cried he.
(140 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes
Twitterer shrieked a last visual mayday message before Eagle’s talons crunched through its body & dropped the mangled machine in disgust.
(137 Characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101
Is it a bird or a plane? the mixed flock asked.
Absolutely no idea, Said Owl.
But that flat top makes great target practice!
(122 characters)

From Sangbad from Thoughts of Words

What did you see…I asked. Cuckoo…she scrawl. I sigh. Neither you’re blind nor am mute…she scribbled on my palm. The drone again flew.
(139 Characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan
“We can confirm that the suspect was neutralized in a drone strike. The drone sent compromising photos to his wife and she emasculated him.”  
(140 characters)

From Mick at Mick E Talbot Poems
Alien transmission

*”£!” $%+=u) (*&^ ~}{+_K & ^% $£”!
IIU& (“!|Z|¬ ¬ !
^% )( *) (* ) )*^ % $ +_(_) ( *@ #~> <!+_ &^ % $ £”! &^%$£”! “£$%^ &*()_!

Translated

Come in mother ship,
Got you drone.
We’ve got less than a 100 year before the next mass extinction, then were moving in, for now lets go home.
140 characters

From Reena at ReInventions
Gone are the days, when actors hung from helicopters, with songs to capture the attention of their love. You are being stalked, darling….
(137 characters)

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less
He was never invited to parties as he tended to drone on and on about nothing interesting. So, he went via his drone spy camera.
(128 Characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes
Growing the hedge hadn’t worked. Folks were still spying on him. Why were they so interested? He aimed his best assault rifle at the drone.
(140 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger
The excited boys launched their school project drone. Seconds after the video came in, they realized their error in camera placement. DOH!
(138 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings
The skies were full of hero’s! Prices from £150 up to well over £3,000. Not quite like during the blitz though! They were real heroes.
(136 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walking Max
Church Brothers agree: our flock has strayed, they have lost the path. Duty calls us to gather them into the fold. We need data
(100 characters)

and 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.
(131 Characters)

Wow! Thanks everyone for taking part in last week’s twitter tales! You all just get better and better at this! If for some reason I missed your tale in the round up, please let me know so I can add you.
This week’s prompt is a photo from Pixabay.com that I have looked at several times. There are a few possibilities with this one I think. Can’t wait to see what you come up with.  Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #24

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“Boats” from Pixabay.com

Fireworks
Lara’s husband and that tramp of his were on board. She set the bomb to go off just as the fireworks started. “Happy Independence Day Baby!”
(140 Characters)
kat – 4 April 2017

April Song – NaPoWriMo 2017 #3

 
I listen to warblers trilling, and rain
dripping, dropping, plopping, muddy pools
swelling, a symphony at cool
gray dusk, skeletal gravid
trees limbs, henna-umbered,
wet, rooted deep, earth
softly greening,
April’s first
song of
Spring

~kat – 3 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #3 – Reverse Etheree – 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1)


Intuition – Magnetic Poetry Monday

between the light and dark,
the hot and cold
there is a softer world
of shade and warmth
where you can breathe
deeply and listen
to your heart

-kat – 3 April 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)


Bloviator – NaPoWriMo 2017 #2


bloviator

blah blah, sis-boom bah, la-la-la
forget about some kumbaya
no one’s listening anymore
all your lies have slammed that door
build your towers, build more walls
twit your tweets, we’ll watch you fall
blah blah, sis-boom bah, la-la-la
forget about some kumbaya

-kat – 2 April 2017

(NaPoWriMo 2017 #2 – An Octelle Poem – The syllable count structure is 8, 8, 7, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, and the rhyme scheme is aa/bb/cc/aa. The first two lines and the last two repeat.)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 April 2017


It’s a beautiful Sunday here in the Blue Ridge valley. The horizon is wispy white fading upward into a crystaline cerulean cloudless dome. The air is crisp and cool.

I forget to breathe most days, gulping in pitiful bursts only when my lungs complain that the stale air I’m hoarding needs to go. And so it goes, burdened with survival, I dig my 9-5 rut deeper and wider.

I know it’s not healthy. Living for sleep to be savored in that elusive omega-alpha 48-hour threshold called weekends. I sleep in the daylight while others play between brief bursts of energy as I try to make up for everything didn’t have time to do during the week.

It’s exhausting, but I suspect even more exhausting because I forget to breathe. It’s such a simple thing. A mindless, instinctual reflex that when coupled with mindfulness makes all the difference. Breathe. 😊

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 April 2017

if only I could rid myself of them
know every rock by name
hidden in the footnotes of history
seeds from muddy crypts
reality, a pity
presence, just a breath away
like a skipped heartbeat
the salty air, the fishy smells and slimy ooze
moments slip away
long past their demise
smile, but remember
the gloaming lingers on

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week. 😊