About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. 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 a new prompt. Have Fun!
Starting us all off…here’s mine:
“We’ve been here before.”
“I can’t believe…which way did we go last time?”
“Left. We’ll go left.”
“We’ve been here before…”
From Michael at Morpethroad;
There’s no less travelled road she bewailed
Says a lot about this place.
Goodtimes either way?
You take the high road?
I’ll take the low road.
From Reena at Reinventions:
“A fork is an illusion. We get bogged down with 2 paths, ignoring other options.”
“What makes you say so?”
“We ignore all spaces in between.”
From Di at Pensitivity101:
They were setting cryptic clues for a treasure hunt and decided this one was a ‘parting of the ways’.
From Fandango at This, That and the Other:
Did you say to take the left or right path at the fork? I’m cold, the sun is setting, and it’s gonna start snowing again. Text me, dammit.
From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Right or left?
Fight or flight?
Life’s never smooth sailing
Deal with it head-on
Let your hair down
Brain and perhaps brawn
Try not to get drown
From Willow at WillowDot21:
Damn which path should I take! Why had I not brought my SatNav. It was cold and getting dark. I could hear the wolves baying for my blood.
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
The signs are there to the pathway of glory. Clearly marked. Yet they all focus down the paths, left or right? If they would only look up…
From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
They arrive exhausted at the fork.
Left! He shouted
Right! She answered
NO! I mean my left -he cries
You’re Right! My Left!
From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:
two paths separated
two ways parted
two routes deviated
one road split . . .
Robert’s brain is “frosted.”
From Hayley at The Story Files:
I came to the fork and I realised that this was my life at the present moment in time. Both led to the unknown but only one was my destiny.
From Leena at Soul Connection:
Rgt Or Lft.Ur Guess?
My Guess Lft
Wish Ths Jrny Nvr Ends
She Looks At Him
C I Lost Way,U Too..V Met,Thr Mst B Rsn
He Kisses Her.
From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflections:
He was at the crossroad. Should he heed to his heart’s call or listen to his mind’s voice. A tough decision to make. Taking a deep breath, he made his decision.
Letter count: 138
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
Just around the corner, Mum!
When they got there, the giant’s body had disappeared.
Look Mum, look. You can see the impression on the ground!
From Ray at A Simple, Village Undertaker:
Last night it snowed for the first time
Deciding which path to follow.
The least traveled does not appear to be an option
From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Things are not what they seem in the woods tonight. Little Red is on the prowl:
Wolf where have you gone? Left or right?
I’ve haunted your dreams, whispered dread in your ears.
It’s time to meet, time to spar.
Time to EAT.
From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Which Woodland Path to Choose?
Hansel speak to me we gotta to choose a path
Quite so Gretel which one? Not the Wicked Witch path
You’re so mean Hansel dont care if she gets you
I’m off enjoy the forest on your own
From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
Dense it looks as far as our eyes can see,don’t be feared by its enormity, for the minuscule details also matter.
Thank you to everyone who followed the muse to last week’s challenge. As I suspected, there were many ways to look at this fork in the path. Your entries were creative and fun, and some made me think…which I love to do. Some would say I think too much! 😉
This week with Autumn approaching here in the Northern Hemi, orchards are opening their fields to apple lovers who set out on foot to “pick their own”, and harvest festivals will soon be cropping up on country farms with rows and rows of pumpkins, fresh apple butter, kettle corn, petting zoos, hay rides, and cornfield mazes. This is my favorite time of year! I found this interesting photo at Pixabay by Nordseher. What is the story here? Is it an orchard owner offering a sample to a guest…or is it something more sinister? I’m sure you know the answer! Remember only 140 characters to tell your tale. Have fun! See you at next week’s harvest of tales…aka the roundup! 😉
Twittering Tale #51 – 26 September 2017
The twister spared the trees but had tossed the apples on the ground.
“Looks like an apple butter year,” Mae quipped. It was her best batch.