Monthly Archives: October 2018

October 13-31 Poem #31

Happy Hallowe’en!

the haunt begins…appease them with sweets, don’t let them in


And so ends this month of thirty-one one-liners. Adding an internal rhyme and syllable count to the simple Monostitch proved to be a challenge. I’ve gotten my intrigue with one line poetry out of my system, I am happy to say. Here’s a running loop of the month…a few hits perhaps, but definitely more misses. I’m ready to turn the page on October. Happy Hallowe’en!

A Month in Monostitches

I hearsay, hearsay’s not proof for true seekers of truth.


weaving threads of silken lace she lies in wait and waits


face toward the light so shadows loom behind, out of sight


death interrupts our planned existence in an instant


trust is fragile, easily lost, regained at great cost


saying you believe, but…reveals a mind that is shut


the simplest of pleasures are gifts beyond measure


clusters of cumulus clouds bloom, raindrops to nimbus


he said, she said, stale-mates should try listening instead


enough, enough I say of this rain, rain go away


speaking of it…the weather…we’re a bit under it


tempest remnants scattered in heaps…we sow what we reap


autumn dawning hush, jasmine flush gilds Gaia’s awning


cool breeze, crickets peeping…the night is set for sleeping

sweet dreams begotten fade to mist at dawn forgotten


a thought for a penny, no more, scores what you pay for


crumbs are not enough to sate the starving doomed by fate


shorter days, growing shadows, a time for letting go


a cool nip frosts the aged leaves cleaving to the trees


when lies become a means to an end nobody wins


take care what you wish for, keep it simple, less is more


first frost, silent dawn, wondering where the crickets have gone


change changes us, we learn to bend; that it’s not the end


pride comes before the fall; the deadliest sin of all


if you think you’re crazy you’re likely not…like a fox


You say maga, I sing la-la, we’ve all gone gaga!


birds on leafless boughs croon underneath a pale moon


when words are not enough it’s best not to make up stuff


descending like frost numbing us, fear and rage and loss


mustn’t be late, and then we wait, it’s the waiting I hate


the haunt begins…appease them with sweets, don’t let them in


October 13-31 Poem #30

mustn’t be late, and then we wait, it’s the waiting I hate


Gone With the Reaper – MM3W


Gone With the Reaper

all have gone…
fear the reaper
they’re gone
men and women

my love is gone
she had no fear
she ran to him,
started to fly,
looked backward,
said goodbye,
she had taken
his hand…
the reaper


For Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt: Photo: Above/Word: Reaper/Song (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult (See blacked out text below)

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Blue Öyster Cult

All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are

Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet
40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness
Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are

Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper
Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper
We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper
Baby I’m your man

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Love of two is one
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared, saying don’t be afraid

Come on baby, and she had no fear
And she ran to him, then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye, she had become like they are
She had taken his hand, she had become like they are
Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper

Songwriters: Donald Roeser

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


Twittering Tales #108 – 30 October 2018


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

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 #107 – The Roundup

Starting us off…

Every night she dreamed she was in an insane asylum surrounded by hundreds of ravens, cackling wildly. But it was the grounds that were most terrifying. There were people hiding behind trees everywhere.
“Don’t drink the pumpkin spice lattes,” they screamed.
It was horrible!
(276 Characters)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
Something weird happened when the pumpkins developed a skin, not unlike his own.
He had nightmares, where he was in a forest and hands, and arms appeared around the trees, he felt threatened, scared and somewhat confused more so by the flock of crows circling their old house.
(273 characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
Common Sense
“The birds know, the pumpkins in the field know…”
“The secrets hiding behind the bushes ….”
“And how do we know that?”
“Simple, Mama … walk over to the other side of the tree.”
My little one can sure apply common sense to fairy tales. Reading out a story is not fun anymore.
(277 characters)

By The Dark Netizen:
Any leads on the missing men?
Easy for my boss to ask. I was the one who spent the entire night searching for the three VIPs who had all gone missing yesterday.
Now, the rain has stopped. The sunlight reveals the crows having a feast.
I suspect they have found the bodies.
Character Count: 270

2-Forest of Hands
Many years ago, the government had decided to clear the forest. All trees were to be cut down. In response, a group of naturalists had started a tree hugging movement. Since they loved the trees, the trees absorbed their bodies.
Only their hands remain visible, to this day..
Character Count: 275

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Never Should’ve Moved Here
“I knew we never should’ve moved from Idaho to Oregon,” Clyde said.
“We talked about this before I accepted the job,” Sue said. “You said you were okay moving here and being a househusband.”
“It’s not that.”
“What is it, then?”
“It’s all these damn liberal tree huggers around here.”
(279 characters)

By Kristian from Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
The Passing of Power
She rested in the ruin, the constant sound of the crows lulled her to sleep.
Keeping up the public façade was exhausting and her title no longer bestowed the power that used to enchant her so.
She accepted her time was over.
Satan ruled openly now, money was the way he kept score.
[280 characters]

By Willow at WillowDot21:
There’s no peace since the ravens arrived, crawing and whirling around the roof.
The day they began to roost was the day the Ents came.Trees with arms and voices
Surly it couldn’t get any worse?
Then the grumbling pumpkin turned up in a box of gourds. I’ve not slept in months.
(277 Characters)

By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Pumpkin Patch
“Don’t go play too far George!” yells mom.
But George wasn’t there.
Panicked she runs to the pumpkin patch.
Pumpkins’ are carving their own Halloween structures.
George is there, light coming out his eyes, nose and mouth.
A big pumpkin grabs mom.
She joins George up on the fence.
(279 characters)

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Haunted Halloween
Amy decided to take the spookiness level of her Halloween party a notch higher. The haunted house in the woods with ravens clucking around, the crinkled pumpkins added to the eeriness. But, the hands creeping around the trees was not a part of the theme….now fear gripped her!
Letter count : 279

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
Nature’s Play
For the lack of trees, flock of birds started seeking shelter in mental asylum.
Patients from the asylum, cared the for nature and started tree hugging movement to save forests.
And nature’ s harvest was pumpkins with boils all over for the people who didn’t cared!!
Character Count – 264

By Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Well Appointed
House for Sale

Well appointed mansion in exclusive area of town.
Ravens optional.
Decorated in Baroque splendour,
With grand staircase in hallway.
Spacious crypts resplendent with cobwebs and creaky doors.
Nullifying, soul destroying atmosphere lends exclusivity to property.
Quick sale
(280 characters)

By Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
There are bars at the windows to stop us flying away, but the sisters are waiting. It’s coming, they say, and when the sky is black with crow wings and the sun and moon are eggs cracked open and eaten, their light devoured, no bars will hold us back.

By Hayley at The Story Files:
The birds were flocking around the house like they had done every morning now. I stopped my delivery bike, newspaper still in hand and wondered what was going on. Walking into the back garden, clouds of birds wheeling, I saw why. There was a dead body on the lawn.

By Deb at Twenty Four:
She had ignored the changes initial but there came a time when enough was enough and while they didn’t care, the word neighborhood still bore meaning to her.
Dorothy glanced at Toto, ravens as pets?  It was the final straw – that wicked witch was going to hear from her lawyer.
(276 characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Pumpkin for the Princess
“Uncle,” the Princess petulantly cried out, “that pumpkin dish was horrible.
I HAD to throw it to the crows.”
I needed to find a new Cook fast, or find a better way to poison my niece.
273 characters.

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Let’s face it!
1-Peter, the pumpkin, was feeling really glum. You could see by the look on his face.
He’d been in this pile of pumpkins for 2 weeks now and, despite having worked his way up to the top and front of the pile, no-one had chosen him to be their Jack-o’-lantern for Halloween. Sad face!
(280 characters)

2-An educated palate
The crows all knew that it was only a matter of time!
The boarding school was absolutely chock-a-block with small, tasty, children.
The birds were salivating with the sweet smell of young flesh, rising up on the thermals.
They had to come out soon.
It was only a matter of time!
(275 characters)

3-Retired hurt!
The naturist tree huggers club had chosen their site really badly for this year’s convention.
The forest was mostly made up of young oak trees and the bark was really rough.
The opening “get to know your tree” dance resulted in multiple injuries and most members had to retire hurt!
(280 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
Trick or tweet” said the little boy in the monster mask.
You mean treat?
‘Here’s the deal, you give me 100 bucks or I tweet that you molested me in my monster suit”
The tin of sweets dropped and he looked to the heavens. Reaching for his wallet – “I’ve only 50 dollars”
“That’ll do” and the little boy turned and left. And the Vicar closed the door

I believe you all enjoyed last week’s photos. In fact a few of you wrote several tales. And some of you used all three photos in one story. I enjoyed them all! What fun! 😊

This week, a photo by There are quite a few stories waiting to be told in this one. Have fun with it, in 280 Characters or less…140 if you’re up for a challenge. And I’ll see you at the roundup!

Twittering Tales #108 – 30 October 2018

Photo by Graehawk at

Something was horribly wrong.

Lizzy rushed over to a fellow in a white suit with a clipboard. “Is this hell? Or purgatory? Surely this is not…”

“Heaven? Why, yes it is, Lizzy. ”

Then, she recognized a face. “Pastor Phillips?”

“Hi Lizzy. You’re just in time for potluck and bingo!”

280 Characters

October 13-31 Poem #29

nipping our hearts, numbing frost, fear, our freedom lost


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