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 #85 – The Roundup
Starting us off…
Her once pristine facade had faded in the brackish air, but the elements didn’t bother her. It was those vile humans she couldn’t abide. They were loud, destructive; pelting her walls with nails, stinking up her halls with smoke. This new hoard wouldn’t last long. They never did.
From Reena at ReInventions:
Myth of the Ogre
“The greys appear disconnected from the greens…. almost like a superimposed picture.”
“Excellent clue! The grass is trimmed. There is somebody inside.”
“Or outside, wanting to get in…”
“The myth of the ogre will live on…..”
Petrified, I saw my new friend change form and lunge at me…
From Michael at Morpethroad:
The house rumbling with spirits had been a home once.
Now it was the abode of ghosts.
One sat in a window looking over the sea, waiting for its love to return.
There were two floating in the basement, stuck below decks forever looking up.
Rescue was coming they knew, any day now.
From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Inn by the sea for sale. Seven bedrooms, five bathrooms, four fireplaces, eat-in kitchen, formal dining room, butlers pantry, laundry, screened porch. 7,460 sq. ft. on two acres. Zoned commercial.
This gorgeous property is awaiting your personal touch. In need of some TLC.
From Willow at WillowDot21:
She could hear the pipes grandda used to play. The sound was in the wind comming up from the sea. Oh! it was cold grey here, desolate even. Yet once inside those forbidding walls all was light and love. What now, with Nana and Grandda both gone. So many memories, must they sell?
From Martin at Martin Cororan:
Erosion and rising tides made the property worthless. We bought it for a song and, for a time, lived like kings. Citing senility our children cried foul and came after the inheritance in a midnight raid, prompting a daring scuba flight into obscurity and, ultimately, legend.
From Hayley at The Story Files:
Hotel on the Beach
I pointed out the white and grey abandoned hotel on the coastal cliff to my husband. I had spoken about the place often, having as a child grown up there. This was the first time we had seen the place and now it belong to us. I couldn’t wait to get re-living my childhood again.
From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
The Calm Before the Storm
I wish I could be as calm as the river mentioned the disciple.
It is the calm before the storm. When the storm hits, the river would simply dance and enjoy the storm. Hankering for one is the way of the mind. Enjoying both the polarities is the Buddha’s way, quipped the Master
Character Count : 279
From Jan at Strange Goings On in The Shed:
Death lifted the bedcovers gingerly and sniffed dismissively.
Meanwhile the Green Man, Medusa and Poseidon ran in and out of their rooms excitedly.
This forsaken and blasted landscape engendered fear and loathing,
and the hotel, it crawled with dark foreboding. Perfect in every way.
From Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Time stands still for no one and it was no different for Maybelle. Her caretakers had left, seagulls her only friends. Gone were the garden parties and stolen kisses. Alone and depressed, she sat and cried as rain pelted her roof. Until the realtor put a sold sign up.
From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
She always said “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!” and that applied now, more than any other time. She had a dream, and this hotel was to form the basis of that dream. A new start. A new life. Away from all the horrors of the past. She could see it now, her dream, her life.
From Kirst at Kirst Writes: (See Part 1 – Kirst’s Twittering Tale #81)
Haunted Coast Part II
There was one taxi at the station.
White Gables Hotel please
My phone buzzed. I glanced down. 5 missed calls. My fingers hovered, but no. Fresh start.
The driver sneered in his mirror.
The latest tenant, ha! Good luck lassie!
He refused to bring my bags in. Alone, I turned the key.
From Margo at That Little Voice:
The wind started as a gentle breeze, caressing her arms as she watched the darkening clouds from the screened porch. Who will come ? What message? Good news? Fearful reminders? Lightening flashed, a sudden shift in the gale’s force. No one will dare venture here today. The wind howls. She retreats into the cold house to await…what?
From Deb at Twenty Four:
Large attractive hotel with stunning coastal views and rolling green pastures.
Applicants are advised that there has been a recent downturn in patronage due to the recent murders but this is offset by the latest attraction of two new resident ghosts.
All offers considered.
From Indhu at Always:
Sue was upset that she could not convince her parents against selling their ancestral home, a time-tested majestic beauty. She felt cheated that her childhood memories with her grand mom are being stolen.
Little do they realize that the old lady still lives there, thought Sue
Well done everyone! We had several sales (I have to admit, I almost went for that angle with this photo) and a few mysterious, ghostly tales. Some sentimental tales, a philisophical view and even a sequel from a previous twittering tale. Thank you to everyone who gave it a go last week. And welcome to the newbies. I hope you’ll be back.
This week’s photo stirred a childhood memory for me. Of course I took a bit of creative liberty in weaving my tale, but the sweet treat I wrote about is true. I remember a kind neighbor who watched my sister and I when we were girls and my mom was in the hospital. She had a big family, and we were welcomed as one of the kids. I especially liked pie baking day. For being well behaved we were treated with scraps of pie dough baked with cinnamon and sugar. It is funny the things one remembers. Of course this photo by Alistair MacRobert via Unsplash.com. may stir something entirely different in your creative mind. Open windows are a mystery…especially those with the window drapes blowing outward. Hmmmm…what’s the deal with that? Hope to see you at next week’s roundup. Have a great week!
Twittering Tales #86 – 29 May 2018
Wafts of cinnamon and apples lured us kids to Mrs. Cooper’s open window, not for pie but for browned scraps of crust doused in butter and sprinkled with sugar cinnamon.
I think of her whenever I smell cinnamon, to this day. Thanks for the memories Mrs. C. It was a sweet time.