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…
The Great Christmas War
“This is the Christmas War exhibit,” droned the tour guide.
“What’s a Christmas?” asked a wide-eyed boy.
“Well,” the tour guide winked, “50 years ago, Christmas was banned because it drove people nuts! Filled ‘em with greed, hate, envy, rage!”
“It was buddy. It was.”
By Reena at ReInventions:
Diversity and Inclusion
“I asked you to find the missing arm, not replace the upper body.”
“It was faster.”
“But the outfits are not designed to accommodate male breasts. And what’s it with that neckpiece? Where does it originally belong?”
“Holy fish… that cap?”
“This is retail, not a diversity challenge.”
I had hoped to make it until this Christmas. But my battery started draining too quickly and my human decided to trade me in for the latest model, which was just released a few weeks ago. I’ve been returned to this warehouse to be decommissioned and harvested for spare parts.
(276 characters)By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
At the End of the Day
All his friends were there. They would always be there. Watching. Forever watching. They watched as he fell into a pit of despair. They watched as he celebrated years in a single day. They watched as he plunged the knife deep into his chest, and when he took his last breath.
275-characterBy The Dark Netizen:
I was excited.
It was the first time that I had been invited to a house party. It was being hosted by this group of the coolest people in college. I had loads of booze, and finally passed out.
When I came to, the house party was still on.
Just that now, I was inside the dollhouse.
Character Count: 280By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
The Tomb of our Ancestors
Perfect features and permanent grins gazed at him blankly as he shone his torch into the sealed room.
It had been closed for a hundred years, since the last time artificial intelligent beings had tried to take control.
This time we’d learned from our mistakes. The humans had not.
[279 characters]By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
I heard that she is a beautiful maiden..
I longed to meet her and one day, I did.
Her house was full of stone mannequins.
Some had their hand detached, some had emptiness in their eyes..
And I also joined her collection.
Wish I hadn’t longed for a glimpse of Medusa..
Character Count – 262By Hayley at The Story Files:
A war was going on in the office between the Halloween lovers and the Christmas lovers. All the decorations kept getting switched around until one day, everyone around at work and saw that someone who had clearly had enough of the war had created a new combined holiday; Hallomas.By Deb at Twenty Four:
Nadia walked slowly around the piece, considering it from every angle and as she did so, her brow furrowed.
Her girlfriend had been quite insistent and though she had waved her comments aside, now that she looked, there was no denying it.
The resemblance to her ex was uncanny.
(275 characters)By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
“I saw these people having a good time, so I asked them for a glass of eggnog, Officer. The next thing I knew, I woke up when your boot hit my backside. I was missing an arm, a kidney, and…OMG, my beard.”
“Sir, can you please tell me your name?”
“Sant…urm…just Nick, Officer.”
280 characters.By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
She hated the Christmas party.
They said it was good for staff morale and all that crap!
She hated it!
All that posing. The bling. Yuk!
Then the boss started to come on to her. She lost it.
Smack!!! Right on the nose. It looked broken.
He was a bully, and pretty ‘armless.
What a dummy!
(280 characters)By the Universalunionist:
He coulda had class. He coulda been somebody. He coulda been a contender. . Instead he’s dumped. The AI chips removed, disarmed, left with the nearly made it rejects and spares, a decorated mannequin when he coulda been a man he coulda been somebody.By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Arm in Transit
Humans are celebrating in the store.
We have it better in here, the girls are naked.
It’s not as much fun with one arm though.
Some girl didn’t have enough and kept my hand.
But it was attached to my arm. She still has it.
I got some weed now and feel no pain. Can you tell?
275 charactersBy Von Smith:
The party rivaled any Brad had attended. The drinks, food, music, and company seduced him; it felt like Mardi Gras, Christmas and Carnival happened today. Brad mistook the witch’s grin for revelry; instead, it was devilry as she stripped them all of humanhood.Thanks to everyone who joined the challenge this week. You all did a splendid job! You are no dummies…that’s for sure! hee hee! With the full moon coming into view this week in close proximity to Uranus…(sorry, I couldn’t resist)…and Halloween just around the corner, I am offering up a trio (remember last year?) of Halloween/Harvest Scenes from Pixabay.com for you to consider. You can write a tale about one or all three…in 280 characters or less. Have fun. I’ll see you at the next roundup!
Twittering Tales #107 – 23 October 2018
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!