Twittering Tale #69 – 30 January 2018

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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 Tales #68 – The Roundup

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Photo by hschmider at Pixabay.com

Once Upon a Story
“Tell me a story Gran-ma-ma.”
“Well, let me see…Once upon…”
“No ‘once upon a time’ stories! A real story. Elves and faeries! They’re not real.”
“Oh, Cicely, my dear, they are real.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes.” 
The candle on the table flickered.
Cicely’s eyes widened, “Tell me Gran-ma-ma!”
280 Characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
Measuring Happiness
“All happy families are the same, but the pain of each unhappy family is unique.”
“I see a reversal of the popular saying here.”
“How?”
“All unhappy homes are equally dark. The level of transparency in happy families differs, and the intensity of light in the windows speaks for it.”
(279 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
A Fairytale Village
“Oh Alan, it’s like a real-life fairytale village,” Karen said.
“There’s nothing like this back in the States, that’s for sure,” Alan said.
“I’m so glad you convinced me to take our ski trip in Switzerland this winter,” Karen said.
“I just want to make you happy,” he told his wife.
(279 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Fire
They thought they were safe from the world’s problems in their luxury chalets. The expensive boutiques, restaurants and security of the mountain resort kept out the riff-raff. But not determined arsonists.

From Hayley at The Story Files:
The Village
Gunther looked out his window, shaking his head. This was the worse snow fall the mountain village had ever seen. People could barely get out of their homes but worse no one could save them. Gunther eyed his axe in the corner and knew he had to do something.

From Di at Pensitivity101:
The War was finally over.
One by one the lights came on to guide their loved ones home.
86 characters

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
The Project
Aiden tinkered for 10 years in his underground workshop at the edge of the village nestled high in the remote Alps. Satisfied his work was finally complete, he sealed the door, packed his belongings, and vanished. The reproduction village was the only survivor of The Great Fire.

From Willow at WillowDot21:
The Village
Dark fell, the lights in the village came on giving the place a fairytale look. From on top of the snowy ridge he stood wrapped up against the cold. Knife in gloved hand dripping blood.
From his green shoes to his red feathered hat the elf looked so cute. Just don’t invite him in.
(280 Characters)

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
The Village
The Damned looked out with eyes of hunger and lust
Lust for the life force of humans, blood was its matrix
Blood the wine of choice, ruby red and of rare vintage
They lured their prey, in numbers unequalled, to this place
Pretty, pretty village, dark in soul, mired in shadows
“Come”
(280 characters)

From anuragbakhshi at Jagah Dil Mein Honi Chahiye- Stories Have A Life Of Their Own:
Heaven on Earth
I looked at the magical scenery unfolding before me with wonder. So serene, so calm.
A pity that this calm was going to be shattered very soon. We were about to land at Hitler’s winter retreat, and odds were that his bodyguards would not let us to get to him without a fight.
276 characters

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Saying Goodbye
A mile out of the village, I took one last look behind. That one unlit house amongst the twinkling lights seemed to stare back at me. I blinked away the tears, and took the road ahead. It was finished. I was never going back.
(227 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering
A MINOR INCONVENIENCE
You see that ridge line, over to the right? That’s where the boss wants the charge placed. Just under that overhang. The avalanche and rockslide should do the job perfectly!
POTUS, meanwhile, was adding the finishing touches to his plan for a golf course for the rich and famous.
(278 characters) {I must point out that this is entirely false news}

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Parallel World
“Btfl Ngt.Red Glw In Calm Blue Lgt Feels Lyk Love Is Bloomng.Am I Smwhr Else?”
“We R Away Frm Ur World”
“My World?”
“M Nt Frm Ur World.U R In A Parallel World”
She Laughs
He Holds Her Hand
“See”
The Calmness Was Gone.She Was Now In Her Bedrm n Saw Herslf Slpng.
“U R In Dreamland My Love”

From Tena at Jottings and Writings:
One by one the lights were turned out as slowly the village got ready to go to sleep… Even the houses themselves quieted as if getting ready for a nights rest. Tomorrow would start a brand new day with brand new adventures for the village, but for now it was time to sleep.
277 characters – 53 words

Thank you to everyone for inspiring us this week with your creativity. I hope you will click on the blog links to everyone’s entry and read more, and get to know each other. I am grateful everyday for this blogging community. ❤

This week, bringing back a stack of book titles for our challenge. Pick one title…or a few or all and tell me the story behind the words in 280 characters or less. See you at the roundup next week. Happy reading and writing! Have a great week!


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“Lean In”

The valley was still, softly draped in mist. Rayna leaned against an old tree, her thin frame wasted from disease, breath frail, fading.

It was just as she had planned.

“I’m ready,” she whispered her last, smiling, as mourning doves softly cooed nearby. And the mountain echoed.

~kat
(276 Characters)

 


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