Monthly Archives: March 2018

Twittering Tale #76 – 20 March 2017


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 #75 – The Roundup

frog-1505377_1280 Photo by Couleur at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

Yeah, yeah, I know I was supposed to get the princess to kiss me to break the curse, yadda, yadda, yadda. But, can I be honest? She was a real bitch. You know the type. High maintenance with a pitchy voice that sounded like a fly on a duck turd. Bein’ green ain’t so bad.
(271 Characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Frog and the Fly
“Ribbit,” croaked the frog on the ledge of the pond.

“Excuse me?” asked a large fly.
“Ribbit,” repeated the frog.
“You’re just a big, ugly, dumb frog,” said the fly.
The frog’s tongue suddenly shot out from its mouth and caught the fly.
“Mmm, mmm good” croaked the frog as he ate it.
(278 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Frog in the Well
It had taken tremendous effort to reach here. The kids were talking about some experiment, and formulating a strategy to catch him. He jumped back, fearing loss of freedom and life.
Another voice echoed in the depth,

“Frogs in the well… they have no interest in the world outside…”
(279 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Frogs Return
There were a few ways you could tell the season was changing; warmer weather and green plant shoots, but for me I knew spring was here when the loud croaking and pop splashing of the frogs in my pond started waking me up each morning.

From Sandi at Humble, but Humorous:
Unlikely Source
This is the Fountain of youth everyone speaks of?
Murky disgusting water? What now?
oh, there’s a sign, “Must catch the frog.”
And do what with it? Okay.
Wow, that sucker jumps HIGH!
Where did it go? Ew, it disappeared into the green murk.
Oh, mannnn.
248 characters

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Forlorn the frog sat by the pond wanting to contemplate his navel.
Forlorn the frog wondered what the fuss was all about.
Forlorn the frog wanted to be a man again.
Forlorn the frog knew he needed to improve his outlook.
Forlorn the frog tried, unsuccessfully, to break into a smile.
(279 characters)

From What If We All Cared:
Staying on task . . my strong point . . I am always checking various tangent options/looking into perpendicular trails. . my adventure is always way more fun . I learn and grow while off-task . . and eventually get all the on-task stuff done . . just with a “little” more flare!

From Joem18b at Does Writing Excuse Watching?:
Head Shot
take a good look, buddy. frogs are going extinct, in case you haven’t heard. why? nobody knows for sure but maybe it’s because there aren’t enough princesses around anymore. all due respect to meghan markle but her attire choices on Suits had me scratching my head the whole time.

From D. Avery at ShiftNShake:
Equanimity
granite ingrained; riveted
haunches launching; soon.
(61 characters)

From Elsie (aka Kiwinana) at Ramblings of a Writer:
The Frog
You are a lucky frog living in a well you have a quick get-a-way from the Kingfisher, no way would he go down that hole in the ground.
Living in a pond the Kingfisher would follow you through the water until you were caught or maybe get your back leg as you swam.
261 Characters

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Backwards
I used to be a polar bear but the Fundamentalists told me the theory of evolution was a lie and made me go back to being a frog. I’ll get my own back though—they don’t believe in climate change either. Ha ha!
208 Characters

From Francine at Woman Walking Dog:
Frog’s Eye View
See me a common Frog and a Free Frogs Fighter ! Why ? I’ve heard rumours, awful stories from my frog friends. French Restaurants, frogs who disappeared. No frog knew why. I heard a rumour that…. our legs were eaten. Beyond imagining so I joined the FFF’s.
Our Mission : Ponds for All, Free From Fear !

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Photo by adege at Pixabay.com


Monday Magnets

magic is in the air
dazzling flowers cling
to the trees, wooed
by warm breezes,
though winter lingers

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Online – Poet Kit

-Another glimpse of the trees on my way to work. They are a lovely way to begin my day! 😊


Essence #19

blossoms burst snowy white
springtime’s first dazzling sight

~kat

Essence #19 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poem Challenge. The medians on my way to work are lined in a sea of white blooms. I love the contrast of white on black branches…even if they make me sneeze!


Essence #18

an iron knight from space
seems odd, quite out of place

~kat

A bit of the bizarre for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Essence Poetry Challenge. This super-sized fellow stands guard at the rear of a local eclectic pizza eatery called ‘The Mellow Mushroom’. Just behind him are the dumpsters. One can’t be too careful when it comes to protecting rubbish! 😉


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 March 2018

There is something to be said for the wisdom that comes with experience. The past week presented a whole host of challenges…my partner’s unemployment, the daily saga, firings and resignations, from the bowels of our tenuous government, stressful workplace drama, a late winter snowstorm that shut the city down. I’m not looking for sympathy. This is life. And I am fully aware that my week might be viewed as a piece of cake compared to the challenges of others who may be facing real tragedy and loss.

I say all this to acknowledge that when I was younger even the slightest shift in my universe would throw me into a tizzy. Now, with decades of survival under my belt, even the most challenging calamity is met with a “meh”.

There is comfort in that. Comfort that I’ve earned over the course of a lifetime. Winter is but a temporary season…spring is coming; there will be a new job, just in time, and likely better than the last; my country has a fickle affair with politicians and the bad eggs are eventually tossed into the compost heap of history, and my stressful job? It pays the bills, but it’s not my life. I am reminded everyday that the world ticks on and that deadlines mean nothing in the grand scheme of things as I gaze out my window at ancient mountains and wind tossed trees.

With age and a sure and steady track record of survival thus far I have reached a certain mellowness…like fine wine or cheese, life in all its variety, meant to be savored slowly.

Have a lovely week in spite of it all. ❤️

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 March 2018

what I crave is more sleep
snow storm, don’t lose your head
cool stillness
whispering soft on fragrant swells
But, can I be honest?
winter stings budding trees
melted snow, muddy swamp
perseverance in winter’s wake
frigid gusts bend branches
though chances are slim
blue serene, sweet greenness
say a prayer for me
a blissful sight, dreaming
beautiful bird song
the one true thing
poetry is a window

~kat

A 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 ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.