Monthly Archives: April 2017

Twittering Tales #26 – 18 April 2017

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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 #25 – The Roundup

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Door Sign from Pixabay.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:

My Songs
I was disappointed with no entry.
They had played my songs.
Their interpretations fascinated me.
I was flattered by their vocal renditions.
(137 characters)

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…
(126 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila

Let us get through
We’ve got passes
To see the Band live
After their show
Special privilege
Couldn’t believe our luck
We’re now groupies, yay!
(136 Characters)

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.
(140 characters)

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.
(137 characters)

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.
(116 Characters)

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less

Pyrotechnics
Cynthia wondered if anyone bothered to leave their ego at the door. Last night’s fireworks weren’t a planned part of the performance.
(133 Characters)

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!
(134 characters)

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.”
(141 Characters)

From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words:

Legend
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…
(140 characters)

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.
(96 Characters)

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.
(132 characters)

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.
(140 characters)

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.
(52 Characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:

Finally Famous
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?
(137 characters)

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.
(130 Characters)

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

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Photo from Pixabay

“Do you see them?”
“No…I think we’ve finally lost them. Just a few more miles.”
“Then what?”
“We may never know. Look ahead. They’re coming.”
(140 Characters)


Nightfall – NaPoWriMo 2017 #17

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the breeze is sweetened by the rain
as bulbous drops on petals cling
beneath a starless sky, brushed gray
night is hovering on the wing

in the gloaming street lights flicker
glowing amber mist descending
shadows loom as fog grows thicker
night is hovering on the wing

gather round for bedtime fables
rock-a-bye hush, the children sing
stay awake if you are able
night is hovering on the wing

kat – 17 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #17 – A Kyrielle Poem for today’s prompt to write a Nocturne)


All Wet – Magnetic Poetry Monday

would that I could
linger here and
feel the rain as
blossoms do,
wild and bright,
but alas, I am
withering

-kat
Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit


To the Homeless…NaPoWriMo 2017 #16


To the Homeless…

I wonder where you spend your nights
when everyone is tucked in tight.
Are you still wandering the streets
with no safe place to lay your head;
a cardboard box to call your bed?
Dark shadows looming while you sleep,
beneath the moon and stars above;
were you someone, were you loved?
You’re not invisible to me.

~kat
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #16 – for the prompt: write a “letter”, a Nove Otto Poem – nine-lines with 8 syllables per line (isosyllabic)/rhyme scheme: aacbbcddc.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse -16 April 2017


It’s Easter for some of us. A day of hope, new life and rebirth after a season of darkness, denial of self and comfort. I remember when my greatest sacrifice during Lent was chocolate; only to be rewarded with a basket full of the stuff on Easter morning.

But these days I realize that some of the things I have let go of may never be restored. They cannot be found nested in fluorescent green faux grass in a brightly colored ribboned basket like chocolate eggs. and that is okay. With maturity comes reality.

I have given up more than chocolate on this, my 60th dark night of the soul. Most of it centers around my expectations and my optimistic view of the the world. It’s true. I generally believe that truth comes to light in the face of lies, that good overcomes evil, that love is more powerful than hate, that family is family, that all people are good and will do the right thing if given the opportunity.

This season I didn’t wrestle with cravings for sweets or any number of “things” that I vainly considered sacrifice in the past. This season I wrestled with truth and darkness and my belief that the world is a beautiful place. It’s not. Always. 

So I gave up my expectations. They’re a hard thing to let go of. They are so sweet on the tongue but they are bitter in the belly. Expectations contain a certain element of privilege…a quid pro quo for being honest and good and decent. This world, this life, don’t owe me anything.

I didn’t expect any sort of Easter morning basket of blessing this year. But surprisingly that is exactly what I received; just not in the places I normally expect to find them. Giving up my expectations allowed me to see things in a new light, to find blessings in the things I have spent a lifetime not noticing.

I rise today with new found hope surprised by grace. That’s better than chocolate. Really it is. You can trust me on that. Happy Easter.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse -16 April 2017

I can’t bring myself to close it, not yet
is it any wonder that we bleed
if they only knew how many dives, we played to get here.
pale full moon lunacy
with hearts black as coal
it’s all perception
unless you’re a rock
savor each moment’s bliss
shock and awfulness
the door was padlocked
no one ever suspected
people don’t really want to know
sympaths say “poor you”
noshing on beautiful chocolate cake,
i die a bit each day to pass the time,
a hint of summer in the air, raindrops
sweetness

~kat

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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. 😊