Monthly Archives: December 2017

Twittering Tale #64 – 26 December 2017

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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 in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, 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. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.


Twittering Tale #63 – The Roundup

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Starting us off…

From the inside, looking
out, there is nothing but
darkness, but from the
outside looking in, there
is a golden flush of
flickering light dancing
on the walls of a place
someone calls home.
(188 Characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
The other moths treated Gary like a pariah.
‘Why don’t you fly towards the light ‘Gary’? Illumination not good enough?’
He often wondered whether they’d ascended to the Promised Land, or ended their days concussed and in flames.
When asked what he believed in Gary replied:
Martin’s favourite jumper

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
We called it “the hole” because the only opening to the outside world was the rectangular window high above us. A bright light was always shining, blinding us to whatever might be peering down upon us. Jason had gone mad after about a week and I was sure to follow suit shortly.
(279 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
Follow the light they said.
Sure, she replied.
Anyone got a step ladder?
Follow the light!
I’m trying to! A stool then?
Follow the light.
I would if I could get there!
Follow the light.
Oh sod it, turn the damn thing off.
213 characters.

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila Blog:
The light of a candle in darkness
Stars and moon seem to be absent
In the stillness of the night
I am waiting for you
You’ll come back, you said
When the nights are long
Still I’m here
Patiently
Waiting
Hope*
(198 characters)

From Riya at Aestheticgraphy:
She felt locked, void, empty
Pretentious were her words
Fake was her attitude
She felt caged, in her own being
But one day, a light will come.
Knocking at the door, she will meet with her fate.
And get answers for all the unsolved mysteries in life.
Characters: 244

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Its become a ritual each night to light the candle in the hope you find your way home.
I miss you but cling to the dream you’ll come back.
I know you are out there and we get lost from time to time.
Until I hear otherwise, I’ll keep your flame alight.

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflections:
Somber feelings define the mood
as a blanket of darkness descends
on the melancholic heart.
The vision eclipsed,
until a tiny flame ignited
from within ruminates.
Solitude and reflection
illuminates the soul
dispelling the obscurity
melting away the gloom!
Lc : 254 letters

From Lane at Lane Burke-poet, traveller, person of letters:
Night so quiet I can hear moonlight. In the distance: truck on gravel. GET OUT. A scrape of feet and knees. Door slams. Stones flung like sea spray as tires press down to find their grip. A cry like foxes carries her footsteps as she tries to run. They thought they were alone.

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
“When confessions of the mind happen, under duress, and you are surrounded by darkness, &  feel totally lost – delve deep within to find that tiny spark to dispel the darkness, and enlighten your path, to show you the way to emerge from the shackles of constraints and obstacles”.
278 characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
“These are the two forces that make the world what it is.”
“I just see a lamp there,” I say in exasperation.
“I see darkness and light in combat, but both retaining their identity. They owe their existence to each other, and hence, do not destroy the other completely.”
(267 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Each night, as the sun began to sink below the horizon, she climbed to the half landing, placing a candle in the window. Striking a match, to light the wick, reminded her of striking the killer blow. As she descended the stairs she stroked the panel behind which he was entombed!
(279 characters)

From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
She lives in darkness, only barest candlelight glistening against snowfall of her fears.
Her raven’s hair redolent of cloves, dried biting orange peel and cinnamon.
For ornamentation, bright ear-baubles, and circlet.
Her fey gifts of healing called witchery by some.*
(268 characters)


Another great round of tales based on the candle in the window. This week, a time piece. As we near the end of 2017, are there things left undone or unsaid in your life. Will you be marking the new year with a clean slate or is it just another day…a continuation of the ticking of time. Eventually, the clock will stop for us all. But what will you do with the moments you have left. Or maybe this is an heirloom or an artifact; a rare glimpse into the life of a person from the past. Or it could be a jump start of a new day…8 minutes and counting, no time to waste. I’ll leave the details to you my friends. I hope you had a lovely holiday if you celebrate. 2018 is coming for all of us. Let us hope it is a good year. Peace.

Twittering Tale #64 – 26 December 2017

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Photo by WildOne at Pixabay’s Creative Commons

Eight minutes was an eternity. Had he misread her feelings?

“If you love me, meet me at midnight at the cafe on the corner,” she smiled coyly.

“I’m such a fool,” he lamented.

As she breathed her last breath in a mangled heap of steel, only one regret haunted her. He was waiting.

~kat

(279 Characters)


Magnetic Poetry Monday

let us linger here
where hearts are
warm and all those
looking for peace
and healing remember
the magic of this
season of joy

~kat

Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 December 2017

The streets in my town are unseasonably dark this year. Have you noticed it where you live? While there are a few pockets of twinkling lights dotting the neighborhood, most homes are dark. If I didn’t have a calendar I wouldn’t even know it’s Christmas.

We are all weary I think. Weary of bad news. Weary of lies. Weary of unchecked corruption. Weary of the growing divide between the haves and have-nots. Weary of not being heard. Weary of the darkness. We are so so weary.

So, it’s not a surprise that this year’s holiday season seems a lot more subdued and dispirited than years past. Our hearts are just not into it, all the flash and pomp and gaiety, but I don’t think that this is necessarily a bad thing.

Only empty cups can be filled. Rock bottoms make the best foundations.We need darkness to see the light. Half full or half empty means you have a glass to wonder about. Okay, okay, I’m stop with the clichés. But can you see what I’m getting at?

If you are struggling this year to find the light be encouraged my friends. The days are getting longer! Light is staging a grand coup! We are witness to the magnificent resilience and regeneration of Nature at her finest and reminded to surrender briefly to the dark. It cannot exist without the music and shimmer of the dawn. And love, well love’s dawning is the greatest gift of all this season of hopelessness and want. Remember seasons past and hold the truth of their steady cycling from light to dark to light again in your heart. It knows the way to the light. It knows.

Peace, love and light to you and yours.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 December 2017

it is only a moment
flickering light dancing
raining down on us
silence the voices
the seething of consciousness
the souls who linger here whisper
I know what you’re going to say,
blessed peace, love and light
as he wields his crayon
dawn to dusk
I long only for the poetry
a moment’s sweet wish

~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.


Saturday Magnets

a moment’s sweet wish
needs only hope to
make a dream come
true and stars to
tell them to

dazzle me not with things…
I long only for the poetry
of life…of warm embraces,
smiles, delicious laughter,
kisses, your cool breath
lingering on my skin…the
only gift I need is you

darkness
grows quiet as
light falls longer
dawn to dusk

~kat

A trio of magnetic verse for this holiday weekend. Happy merry blessings.


Abubble – Friday’s Word of the Day

Today’s dictionary.com word of the day is ‘Abubble’. Now, first things first. This fine adjective is in the scrabble dictionary and will net you a respectable 13 base points in Scrabble and an even better 18 base points in Words With Friends. Though, I should point out that there are only two B’s in standard Scrabble and Words with Friends decks, so you’ll need a wild tile to pull it off. Bananagram, on the other hand, gives us three B’s to work with, because? Well I am guessing, ‘banana’ of course, but that’s just a guess.

Abubble is defined as ’characterized by intense enthusiasm or activity: the store was abubble with last-minute shoppers’, and ‘bubbling, as while cooking or boiling’.

Dictionary.com also gives us an English language lesson in its description of the origin of abubble:

“There are English adjectives that, like abubble, can be used only in the predicate and not as attributives, such as aglow and asleep : one can say “The baby is asleep,” but not “the asleep baby.” These predicative adjectives are in origin noun phrases consisting of the preposition on governing a following noun, which also explains why predicate adjectives show no degree of comparison (e.g., asleeper, asleepest) and cannot be modified by adverbs (e.g., “The baby is extremely asleep”). Abubble entered English in the 18th century.”

I can tell you that my spellcheck does not like this word, instigating a me-said, spellcheck-said battle every time I try to type it. It’s most annoying, having to override a persistent A.I.Bot who thinks the ‘a’ should be separated from its “bubble”.

But that just won’t do for today’s word of the day. A bubble is a noun after all, but abubble is something quite different. Ultimately I win this battle of wit and words, though spellcheck is a sore loser and underlines my word in red to remind me that it’s not over. Oh no. Spellcheck will slip into autocorrect every chance it gets if I’m not on my p’s and q’s and abubble’s.

I will admit there is a certain satisfaction that comes with out-texting spellcheck. One might say that I am abubble over winning this battle when spellcheck finally puts away its red line and lets me have my way.

Anyhoo…(can you believe spellcheck didn’t tag anyhoo? I don’t think it’s speaking to me now…big baby!) I should close out with a Senryu or Haiku. (Oh, there you are Spellcheck, with your red line! You don’t like Senryu, eh? Well, I can assure you that a Senryu is a thing. It’s a Poetry form in the pattern of a Haiku 5-7-5. From Wikipedia: Senryu tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryu are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are more serious. So there!)

the pols are abubble
as he wields his crayon
signing us to debt

~kat

Yep…uh-hmmm…this just happened. (My newsfeed just announced this headline on the top of my screen…”Trump Signs a Sweeping $1.5 Trillion Tax Bill into Law”.) We are so (fill in your favorite expletive here), and we, as in regular, working people, are most certainly not abubble one tiny bit…though it is also true that our tempers might just be! Grrrrr!

Have a lovely weekend!