Monthly Archives: July 2018

Twittering Tale #94 – 24 July 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 #93  – The Roundup

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Photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com

Hotline
“What’s this?” Ned glanced around. As he turned the phone rang. “What the…? This ain’t funny! Come out!”

It kept ringing. Finally, he answered.
“Hello?”
“Hi Ned.”
“Who’s this?!”
“Come to take you home, Ned.”
“Ma? Is that you? Ma?!”
Suddenly, the phone dropped. Ned breathed his last.
~kat
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The Phone
The pink phone, do you see it?
It’s a myth.
Fake news.
You pick it up and say, Kat it’s me!
Hello? Kat?
It’s her!
Told ya.
Kat can you answer a question?
She said yes.
Well go one and ask her.
She sounds nice and friendly.
She is. Now go on ask her.
Kat how did you get inside this phone?
(278 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other…? If you posted a tale Fandango, I couldn’t find it!

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Magic Phone!
When Sid heard of the magic phone which allowed one to speak to a dead person, he too joined the long queue of people, the only condition being, the phone rings when one touches it. Many tried in vain!
Sid picked up the ringing receiver with trembling hands.
“ Hello…..”
Letter count : 277

From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Surprise
The aroma of the butter, dough and strawberry mixed together filled the air as I started baking.
Happy birthday dear Pooh , my threenager babbled in her sleep.
A mouth-watering, telephone-shaped pink cake was almost ready.
She woke up in glee and now wants to cut it amidst greenery!
Character Count: 280

From Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Present…
I hear the phone buzzing
you have received a voicemail,
it beeps
I sigh seeing the sender
and
immediately put it
on silent mode
finally
tucking into my bag
my day ends
happily hanging out
with my friends
I hit the bed
suddenly remembering
my phone
there are 5 voice messages
frustrated
I keep it away
yet
listen to the message
that was the last sent
‘sorry to bug you
if you are already in bed
had a dream
and
see you scream
just checking on you
goodnight sweets’
says, momma
at nineteen
I was hesitant
to pick up
momma’s call
a phone holds
a thousand memories
not just
in
the hundred pictures
they could tell my story
far away from home
from mom, her deep voice
now at 40
I am reluctant
to put it down…

From Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Pick It Up
Princesses Rhyme and Reason were, as sisters often do, arguing over this n’ that, but mostly over Tock. He was driving them nuts with the same story day after day. They wanted excitement again. Ten pink princess phones ought to do it. Now to wait for someone to answer their call.
280-character tale

From Reena at ReInventions:
Maybe He Tried
The pink phone had dominated her dreams for long…. ever since she lost it. It was a setback at that stage, with mobile phones not having arrived yet, and the family landline phone locked with passwords.
She was haunted by a voice – that of her first love, now incommunicado.
(274 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
The Phone
The big Man could not find the hotline to Hell. Meanwhile down on earth Azreal had it. As usual it was Satan’s fault. Take a long walk along a canal he had told the feckless angel. Absent mindedly Azreal put the phone on a post. Lose it Satan had told him, stupid pink thing!
(276 Characters)

From The Dark Netizen:
The Phone
I rushed through the field. The pink phone continued ringing.
Panting, I picked up the receiver.
“Reached.”
“Good. Answer this riddle for the next location: What is Medusa’s favorite cheese?”
“Stop this game. Return my son.”
“Tick-tock. Time’s running out.”
*click*
The game continued.
Character Count: 280

From Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
Marshmallow Rain
Fairy Godmother swished her magic wand & marshmallows fell from the sky.
Orphans collected them in their umbrellas spread upside down.
They delightfully gobbled up every piece till their tummies ache.
The fluffy sticky sweet feast ended with a huge phone-shaped strawberry cake.
278 Characters

From Indhu at Always:
The Portkey
“Our new neighbors are weird”, said Rose as she entered her house.
“What happened?” asked Dan.
“To begin with, they have a phone placed in the middle of their garden.”
Meanwhile, at the Weasleys’ household,
“Hope we passed as muggles. All of you get to the phone portkey”, said Molly.
<280 characters>

From Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
The Art of the Deal
“Daddy, I did something nice today,” my daughter chirped.
“What, baby?” I asked.
She squealed, “I ex..ex..exchained my old phone for a new doll.”
“Very good baby,” I stuttered, as my face went ashen.
Hiding the pink panther in her toy phone had seemed like such a great idea.
277 characters

From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freidian Slip:
THE Phone
She knew it was seen as rather stereotypical; but pink was her favourite colour.
The telephone tagged along on family vacations.
She prayed it would never ring. Never splinter nature’s solitude and choruses.
She dreaded hearing the words: “Madame President, we have a crisis . . .” 
(279 characters)

From Deb at Twenty Four:
He paused as he rounded the corner, the complex problem he had been concentrating upon forgotten.
It just sat there. He scratched his head and then turned around.
“Mum, why is the phone on top of the fence post?”
“The new neighbors said they wanted to call.”
He groaned aloud.
(274 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The Phone
The phone stood by the stream, at the edge of the wild flower meadow.
It buzzed loudly nearly every time I passed by.
Being community spirited, I always picked up the handset and said “hello?”
No-one ever answered!
Inside, The Queen and her workers were obliviously, busily buzzing!
(278 characters)

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
The Phone
Ken, are you still there?
Who is this Ken? I’m trying to speak with my agent Jonathan
Who are you?
Vlad Dracul, who are you?
Barbie
Well Barbie, please get off the line
You get off Mr Dracul.
It’s Count, Count. What is wrong with you people?
Well, Count Count you get off
Damn human!
(275 characters)

Ring-a-ling-ling…I love what you did with this very odd photo. This week’s challenge is another odd photo by Couleur at Pixabay.com. There is story here…I’m sure of it. But what could it be. Remember to link your story here in the comments. And tell me in 280 characters or less whatever happened to this girl’s head! Have Fun! I’ll see you at the RoundUp!


Twittering Tale #94 – 24 July 2018

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Photo by Couleur at Pixabay.com

A Cold Case

Edwin prowled the streets at night looking for stone monuments to vandalize. A swift swing of a bat rendered them headless.

Police followed every lead to no avail. That is, until a jogger happened upon a headless torso in the park.

Apparently, Edwin grew bored with statues.

~kat

273 Characters


Magnetic Poetry Monday

truth

honesty is more than telling truths
no one will remember your words
your actions will linger
long after you’re gone

~kat

Magnetic Poetry Monday – Poet Kit


Wrecked – Manic Monday

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sorrowful am i…
the sand, your pillow
seaweed, your bed
candles, your watchmen
though you drowned
with you, I would go

~kat

A blackout poem for Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt: Word Prompt: Wrecked/Photo (above)/Song: Ailein Duinn (see lyrics with translation below w/word selections in BOLD).


Lyrics for Ailein Duinn by Celtic Spirit

Gura mise tha fo éislean,
Moch ‘s a’ mhadainn is mi ‘g éirigh,
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat,
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì,
Hì ri bhò hò rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat.

Ma ‘s e cluasag dhut a’ ghainneamh,
Ma ‘s e leabaidh dhut an fheamainn,
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat,
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì,
Hì ri bhò hò rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat.

Ma ‘s e ‘n t-iasg do choinnlean geala,
Ma ‘s e na ròin do luchd-faire,
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat,
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì,
Hì ri bhò hò rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat.

Dh’òlainn deoch ge boil le càch e,
De dh’fhuil do choim ‘s tu ‘n déidh do bhathadh,
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat,
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì,
Hì ri bhò hò rionn o ho,
Ailein duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat.

English Translation:

How sorrowful I am
When I rise early in the morning
Ò hì, I would go with you
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì, I would go with you

If the sand be your pillow
If the seaweed be your bed
Ò hì, I would go with you
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì, I would go with you

 

If the fish are your candles bright
If the seals are your watchmen
Ò hì, I would go with you
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì, I would go with you

I would drink, though all would abhor
Of your heart’s blood after you were drowned
Ò hì, I would go with you
Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Brown-haired Alan, ò hì, I would go with you


Slipping Between the Cracks -Terza Rima 4-Two

where has the time gone in our little game
passion has fizzled, we pass in the hall
jump starts fall short, nothing’s the same

battered by life, our love’s weathered it all
the fire’s faded, it’s true, to embers
such comfort, ‘twill do ‘til the reaper calls

given the choice i choose love that’s tender
but how my heart thrilled once, hearing your voice
in the beginning, us…i remember

~kat

Terza Rima Challenge


Slipping Between the Cracks – Terza Rima 4-One

“Slipping Between the Cracks” is an idiom that refers to someone or something being forgotten or neglected; something being lost by falling between floorboards. (Not to be confused with “slipping through the cracks”…to go unnoticed or undealt with; to be unintentionally neglected or ignored, especially in a corporate, political, or social system.) There’s a subtle difference between the two…one implies fading into oblivion, forgotten; the other is a major unintentional blunder.

For this week’s Terza Rima Challenge I’ll be looking for the overlooked. It might take more than one stanza to tell the story, but that is what I’m going for. To bring to light things forgotten.

I pass this old abandoned house everyday on my walk. And so its untold storytelling begins…

-One

old house abandoned, now wasting away
empty and dark with its doors shuttered tight
the old woman died, who once lived here, they say

no record exists of her obscure life
she lived in this house, built, 1918
the tree died too, when they turned out the lights

remembering when that tree was still green
smiles we exchanged; never knowing her name
gone with the mist now, forever unseen

~kat