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.
Starting us off…a throwback to when we started this challenge…a 140 Character Tale:
100 Memory Lane
“We’re here. 100 Memory Ln.”
“Are you gonna knock on the door?”
“Nope, just wanted to see it again.”
From Michael at Morpethroad:
We stepped warily past number 100.
The stories were hair-raising.
Children disappeared, women screamed, bodies found under the kitchen floor.
It took fifty years to uncover the crimes.
By then all that remained were skeletons,
Victims forgotten, perpetrators dead, horror abounding.
From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Hoping to finish the game, they ventured in the jungle in search of the number 100.
Anna and Andrew almost reached the spot twice, only to find “zeros”.
Suddenly Anna turned back and wiped the spot again. It was indeed 1!
“That makes it a 100- Game Over!“ rejoiced the duo in joy.
From Deepa at Sync With Deep:
should I or should I not
my heart skips a beat
100 attempts later
I finally submit my story
A 100 views
marks my history
The fear of rejection finally won over regret today.
From Reena at ReInventions:
There was something ominous about that number.
She was too young, then, and her mother refused to give any details later. They used to meet a man in jail, with 100 printed on his shirt. He looked suspiciously like the man in her late father’s portrait. But her Dad was a nobleman.
From Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Following in Grandfather’s Footsteps
This marked the spot just like it said in grandfather’s diary.
The 100 sign in the black brick wall gave no indication of a gateway but the Diary was the key.
He pressed the third brick down from the sign.
There was a loud click.
The doorway opened…
…into another world.
From Willow at WillowDot21 – Bravo! Extra Kudo’s – 140 Characters!
Still there, the monochrome plaque. The light from the air vent illuminating it.Stark against the black tiles. The old fear flooded my back.
From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
“I got you a plaque, Dad, to celebrate posting your 100th One-Word Challenge post four days from now.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, son. May I see it?”
“Sure, follow me, but bring a screwdriver.”
Strange, but I followed my son outside.
“There it is, Dad, on that brick wall.”
From James at Powered by Robots, a really nice story, The Man at 100 Forrest Avenue that you can read HERE.
From Anthony at Dear Daughter:
100 days, they gave us 100 days to be with her. The days began to draw shorter and shorter as our time was drawing to an end. We hoped she’d be the one to outlast the time frame they have given, but having hope seemed like the only thing getting us through these gloomy days.
Day 1 of 100 and we lose another family member. All thats left are the memories.
Character Count (286)
From Peter at Peter’s Pondering, a Limerick and 140 characters! Thanks Peter. 🙂
Kat is 100 it seems,
but younger by far in her dreams.
She’s really much brighter,
a hell of a writer,
and the smile on her face it just gleams!
From Hélène at Willow Poetry, a very nice Story, Hat Collection, that you can read HERE.
From D. Avery at ShiftnShake:
100 bottles of beer on the wall, 100 bottles of beer- take one down, pass it around, how many bottles of beer on the wall? 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer…
Poor Bud. The walls were closing in, but the song played on. He did too, even when it stopped being fun.
From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The world cup cricket finals..
one run to win…. pin drop silence in the stadium,
last ball of the match,
hit up high,
straight to the fielder….. and dropped!!!!
Century and a win…. a deafening applause to the double bonanza!
Letter count :241 characters
From Indhu at Always:
She gleamed at the number on the wall. But, this would mean, more hard work. Her worry faded the minute she looked around her.
She has saved 100 children till date!
From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
Cell no. 100 houses the most dangerous and notorious prisoner. No one dares to cross his path..
Are you sure you would want to counsel him and talk to him regarding the biography ? “Inquired the Jailer”….
Character count 206
From Deb at Twenty Four:
The three men stood with their heads bowed, staring at the plaque, fear reflected in their eyes.
It was all that remained of her, her ashes were entombed behind this plaque.
Unfortunately they knew in their hearts that it wouldn’t hold her.
Expectation would be a silent killer.
From Hayley at The Story Files, 124 Characters…Bravo!
House Hundred shouldn’t exist, yet it seemed to. However, get closer and it vanishes, proving what a weird world we live in.
From Anurag at jagahdilmein:
The Inspirational Speech
“My brave warriors, we have finally found that villain’s address,
Make sure that you seal off all points of entry and egress
Let us swoop down upon his hideout in wave upon terrible wave,
And take back all the wealth that the rascal Alibaba stole from our amazing cave”
From Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
It’s just a pile of 100-years-old rusty metal & crumbly concrete, Nan.
But, it belonged to my mother
Her voice trembled while her gnarly hands signed the papers
Don’t worry Mrs. Tim, after demolishing the house we’ll erect a modern structure and give you a luxury penthouse for free
From the UniversalUnionist:
With apologies to Lord Tennyson:
Toilets to the right of them
Toilets to the left of them
Volleyed and Thundered
Boldly they strode and well
To the blocked bowl of hell
Into the fearful smell
Someone had blundered
In hotel room 100
Thank you, thank you for joining me on this our centennial celebration. And special kudos to those of you who managed to tell your tale in 140 characters or LESS! Bravo. I had forgotten how difficult it was to tell a tale back when Twitter only allowed us 140 characters! There were also a few short stories inspired by the prompt photo. I’ve linked them in the round up.
This week I’m revisiting an old theme. Book titles! Pick one or several and tell the story behind the book title. Or tell the story about the person holding the books. Don’t worry, I have gotten the old 140 character thing out of my system. You have a full 280 Characters this week (twitter’s rules, not mine 😉) to tell your tale. I found this photo at the Tampa Bay Book Recycling website. See if you can recycle one of these titles. I’ll see you next week at the roundup!
Twittering Tale #101 – 11 September 2018
The Best Kind of People
“They were the nicest people. Kept to themselves. Friendly enough. What do you suppose happened over there officer?”
“Why don’t you tell me ma’am.”
“Oh I have no idea. I could tell you stories now. But I don’t want to keep you.”
“Go ahead ma’am. I’ve got all night.”