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:
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!”
By The Dark Netizen:
She walked through the crowded street, unnoticed by passers by. She walked on, among the crowd, wondering if it made any difference whether she was alive or dead in this crowd? Did these people exist for each other? Or were they all wandering wraiths like her?
Cursed to live on…
Character Count: 280
By Reena at ReInventions:
in sea of people
become stranger to myself
By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Jan had been talking to a guy at a local bar. He must have slipped something into her drink because she couldn’t remember how she got here.
As she looked around at the throng of people milling about in the alleyway, she realized that she didn’t know a soul. She felt totally alone.
By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
They had secrets. Secrets she wanted. Secrets she needed. It all started a year ago with a bet. A stupid, silly bet that she never expected would result in this. Today was her deadline. It was their secrets or her soul. She had collected from everyone there. All except one.
By Deepa with Sync With Deep:
am I being
among the crowd?
By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Intolerance to Blue
She was a rebel amongst the crowd.
The new regime banned colour and the conformist crowd wore grey. She wore her blue denim like a badge proclaiming her independence.
The small crowd, like a rivulet of bodies, carried her on, to her trial.
Independence was not tolerated.
By Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
We’ve all had that feeling of being the odd one out, the sore thumb, and when you can’t change your clothes from what you were wearing when you fell under a bus leaving Woodstock, you take it beyond the grave.
By Di at Pensitivity 101:
The noise was deafening.
So many voices, so much confusion, so many lost souls.
How could she help them all?
By Michael at Morpethroad:
It didn’t seem right. Diagon Alley wasn’t meant to feel so lonely when surrounded by so many.
She knew it was the dark forces, black spells had taken over.
She searched for a well-known landmark but like a nightmare there was none.
She saw him in the distance, Harry? Is it you?
By Willow at WillowDot21:
Fade to Grey.
“Five minutes,” Jo said,”don’t move.” That was an hour ago. She hated shopping,felt so uneasy in a crowd.
Around people, just grey blobs to her. She was jostelled. Why had he taken her cane?
A lead was put in her hand.”Let’s start your training.” A new voice said. “Surprise”said Jo
By Melanie at Sparks from a Combustible Mind: Newcomer Melanie shared a great 278 word tale inspired by the photo. While I don’t have room to post the whole thing here, click on her blog site link and read it for yourself. 🙂
By Deb at Twenty Four:
It had seemed such a great opportunity when they pitched it to her but now, she was forced to reconsider.
She was but a face in the crowd, they passed her by without a thought and for the first time she felt alone.
Who would have known being an extra could be so stressful?
By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
The bustling bazaar came to a standstill as Jane’s entire body suddenly lit up, like she was on the verge of going up in flames.
Jane looked up in disgust, and then, adjusting her earpiece subtly, grumbled, “I didn’t ask for a laser beam, you ass. I said- Beam me up, Scotty!”
By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
It was a strange community.
They never seemed to get together, or even to communicate at the most basic level, until someone suggested they arrange a happening.
Maisie keenly arranged it all.
Just what is a happening? Jack asked.
Think of it as a play, she said.
With (280 characters!)
Wonderful tales this week! This week there is an empty photo frame and a vase of flowers. Tell me a story. Add your own photo to the frame. Most of all, have fun in 280 characters or less. I’ll see you at the Roundup!
Twittering Tales #109 – 6 November 2018
Photo by Glamazon at Pixabay.com
“Isn’t my Charlie handsome?” Granny swooned. “We met at the USO you know. He was a sergeant and I had volunteered to serve coffee and donuts.”
“What is she talking about,” Stu asked his mom, “there’s no picture there.”
“Shhh. Mind your manners Stu. Don’t be rude.”