Twittering Tale #65 – 2 January 2018


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

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 #64 – The Roundup


Photo by WildOne at Pixabay’s Creative Commons

Starting us off…
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.
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
I haven’t the time and there is no point in you asking.
But you have a watch, a very old watch.
All show I assure you.
Then why if it doesn’t work?
It’s my pretentious character, I like people to think I know what I’m doing.
And do you know what you are doing?
Watch me and weep.

From Reena at ReInventions:
“There is an old world charm about a guy who uses a pocket watch.” she smiled, looking into his eyes on their first date.
“Yes”, he responded, “I inherited it from my industrialist grandfather.”
It would be so easy to plant a tiny bomb there, raced her scheming, greedy mind.

From Lorraine at My Frilly Freudian Slip:
She and He: a love story of cosmic millennium proportions.
For, at the Singing Towers of Darillium*, a night lasts a mere 24 years.
But, here on Earth, she froze time at 12:08 am on New Year’s 2018 so their night will last forever.
(231 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
I never liked wearing a watch on my wrist. I’m an active person and I tend to scratch or crack the crystal on wristwatches. And I find the straps or bands to be uncomfortable. So I was thrilled when I inherited my grandfather’s old pocket watch. Too bad it doesn’t keep good time.
(280 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
The watch looked familiar.
Peter picked it up and checked the backing. The engraving was still there.
‘Know the guy did ya, guv?’ the vendor asked.
‘He was my grandfather.’
Looking at the price tag Peter slumped his shoulders.
‘Grandfather eh? Go on, have it. Family’s family’.
277 characters

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
He was a total fool. The last to admit it, but admit it he did!
One wish, she’d said.
He asked for it.
No hesitation.
“I wish time could go backwards, so I could be young again.”
The wish was granted.
Sadly he hadn’t stipulated a cut off point, and being unborn was not nice!
(279 characters)

From Hanna at Warning the Stars:
She sat at the corner table, twirling extra vanilla into her coffee. Near the edge, where the wood met air, her midnight reads sat perched. Keats and Kerouac wedged between the bindings of pulp trash. Already she was imagining fleece and wine, the cat curling his warmth against her ankles.

From Willow at Willowdot21:
No one could remember how long the watch had been in the family. It was part of family life.
It was a beautiful specimen and as such it was always been well looked after.
Then one day it was just gone as inexplicably.
It appeared at it’s next household without warning, un-noticed.

From Jan at Strange Goings On in The Shed:
Illusionary paradox, object of my fervour, come to me.
You flee like water between my fingers, insubstantial dream.
Then, you are captured, held in ancient timepiece. 
Such sorrow I feel, empty in triumph. What are you? 
You exist in circles, symbol of one without end, eternal dream.
(280 characters)

Happy New Year Everyone, and thank you for taking the time to pen a twitter tale inspired by last week’s photo of an interesting timepiece. This week a puddle in the middle of a snowy road. Would you attempt to cross it?

Twittering Tale #65 – 2 January 2018


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“What have we got?” Lt. Jones asked the trooper.
“Witness says this puddle here swallowed a truck.”
“Hmmm, well there are no tracks on the other side,” Jones stated as he stepped into the puddle and disappeared.
“Oh no! Jones!” The trooper called dispatch. “We’re gonna need backup.”


(280 Characters)

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