Monthly Archives: August 2018

Twittering Tale #98 – 21 August 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 #97 – The Roundup

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Starting us off..

Celia couldn’t sleep. As she stepped into the night, an eerie hush hummed in the coolness.
Suddenly, a cat growled nearby, startling her, it’s back arched as it recoiled, hissing.
Then, in horror she noticed her hands, covered in fur.
“Damn full moon!” she howled. “Sorry, kitty.”
~kat
280 Characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
Writers’ Block
Be not proud, Sun and Moon! Artificial moons dot the night sky.
The writers’ block hits me at this point. How do I take it ahead?

I feel a shadow hovering over me, shifting shapes. I let her out of the balcony door, and write …
A troubled soul on moonless nights…
The story starts ….

(280 characters)

From Deepa at Sync with Deep:
Love in the Moonlight
they
kissed
under the full moon
on their anniversary
the hungry souls
could not bury their love
in the graves

From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Dreams on Fire
As the reflection of the full moon glittered in her twinkling eyes, little Sara slept beneath her neatly tucked up blanket.
“Good night dear sun, my favourite cat, my doting humming birds!” she whispered.
Finally she thanked the moon in her sleep for lighting up her dreams.
(274 characters)

It seemed to be the perfect hiding place. The thief lowered the satchel of cash into the sewer drain. He would retrieve it later.

Then the rains came. Days of rain. The sewers overflowed into the streets.

When the thief returned for his booty, a group of detectives was waiting.

~kat

277 Characters


Autumn – Stanza 20

ignore the past and risk repeating it they say

the past is good well but I’m distracted on this day

one day i know i’ll be just a fleeting memory

to this bundle in my arms, we call her Ashby Quinn

a good old family name, and so a life begins

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.


When Demons Rage

alone

passions from a
common source
sorrow to joy,
of life, good and ill,
the mystery, the torrent,
red, ’round me roll’d
the lightning flying by
the thunder, the storm,
when heaven was blue,
a demon in view

~kat

A Black Out Poem for MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the poem below, “Alone” by Edgar Allen Poe


BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
 
My passions from a common spring— 
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrowI could not awaken
My heart
to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
 
Of a most stormy lifewas drawn
From ev’ry depth of
good and ill
The mystery which binds me still— 
From the torrent, or the fountain— 
From the red cliff of the mountain— 
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold— 
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form 
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view

 


August – Stanza 19

Theodelinda

why do I have eyes of blue and curly golden locks
what mystery meld of genes informs my flesh and blood
am I just the sum of kin who’ve lived and died before
wondering what makes me, me, and makes you, you
our histories’ hold a glimpse, hard to ignore

~kat

For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.

From a history source online:
Queens of Italy: Women in Power in Medieval Italy

Theodelinda was born in 570 A.D. in Bavaria. Her parents were Garipaldo, of Frank origin, and Valderada, daughter of a famous Lombard King, Vacone. At the age of nineteen, she became the wife of Autari, king of the Lombards, bringing him royal blood from her Lombard ancestor and good relationship with the Bavarian Kingdom. But after just one year of marriage, Autari died. According to the legend, the widow was allowed to choose her next husband: Agilulf, who became king of the Lombards. More likely, she was “persuaded” to marry the chief chosen by the dukes. The royal couple resided in Milan, a former capital of the Roman Empire. They pursued a policy of pacification among Lombards and Romans, promoting the coexistence of Catholicism and Arianism, the religion of the majority of the barbarians. Theodelinda founded a church in Monza (a few kilometers from Milan), doting it with a rich treasure and vast possessions. Cleverly, she made the church follow the 3-chapters doctrine, a schismatic position that was somehow half-way between Catholicism and Arianism. At the death of Agilulf, in year 616, Theodelinda became regent for her son Adaloaldo. The policy of pacific coexistence, however, was opposed by the Lombard chiefs, who overturned Adaloaldo in year 626. He died a little later, followed by Theodelinda in year 627.

The treasure of Theodelinda is an extraordinary collection of objects that can be seen at the museum of the “Duomo di Monza”. Among the objects donated by Theodelinda herself to the church, there are a precious binding for a Gospel book, a religious crown, a cross encrusted with precious stones, a goblet that was used by the royal couple at the ceremony of their engagement and small ampullas that contained oil from Holy Land. Other objects came from the queen’s funerary set: among them, a splendid group in silver representing a hen with seven chicks. The treasure of Theodelinda includes the famous “iron crown”, believed to contain a nail from Christ’s cross. Despite of the lack of any real connection to the queen, this symbol of royalty, used by German emperors and also by Napoleon, still adds to her myth.

Theodelinda was an influential woman in a society dominated by males and perturbed by violence and war. Her vision of a reformed society took shape centuries after her death, in Italy of the middle ages. Through time, she became a symbol of royalty and religious piousness. Even after all these centuries, her charm still lingers in the vaulted domes of the Duomo of Monza, where the wonder of her treasure reminds us of the woman who is considered to be the first “queen of Italy”.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 19 August 2018

Another week flew by. Work continues to be a bear, with relentless pressure from the top…must keep those shareholders happy. I don’t mind admitting that I have refreshed my resumé. Working at this current pace cannot be healthy, but I’m not sure any place else will be much different, or better. It’s part of the insanity of ‘merica, where the rich get richer and the poor die trying.

All this to say that, coupled with my dive into my ancestors this month, I am even more aware of how fleeting life is. I am growing less patient with willful ignorance and outright stupidity, less loyal to an employer who, for all their “go team” blather would replace me in a heartbeat without batting an eye…or not, and instead dole out my duties to the poor schmucks left behind to save money on payroll.

Despite all that, I am learning to live in the moment; to look for glimmers of hope and light. Does that surprise you? It shouldn’t. I am actually finding the perfect balance of zen and bad assness. It’s something I believe we need more of in these trying times.

Because I have news for you. The ugly, mean people don’t respond to kindness. They are getting meaner by the day, and we are so past the point of trying to understand why they’re so angry. They wear their anger like a badge of honor along with their red MAGA hats. If they give up their anger, what do they have? Only themselves to blame for the vile demagogues they’ve elected…but they’ll never admit it.

Nope…the best thing I can do is tolerate them, or not, I really don’t care if I offend them these days, and retreat to my corner when I need to breathe. I’m doing that more often these days and I’m thinking it’s not such a bad thing. Have a good week. I hope you take many good breaths this week. You deserve it. 😊


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 August 2018

tree strong, sure, with roots meandering deep
No one ever calls me Miss…
legacies to be recalled by generations hence
i understand
Damn full moon.
gruesome scene…they forced him in, until he burst!
a full life they all lived then to the nunnery they fled
legend has it, have you heard, so they say…
of cockles and shell shards; the sea
with no lick of lack
breaking free takes strength
forgotten? I think not! with these great monikers…
keeping an open heart
with the darkening
remembering things
live and die, no answer for the age-old question…”why?”

~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 works of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over a period time. I use it as a review of the previous week.