November 20, 2018

Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 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 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 #110 – The Roundup

By KleineKiwi at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

In an Alternative Universe…
How Insulting!
What’s insulting?
Isn’t it enough that they count us one by one to help them sleep? We’re not boring. Am I boring?
Not even.
They sheer us for our wool.
Some of them eat us!
Right! But now they’re comparing ‘trumpsters’ to us. I’m mean really!
What’s the world coming to?
~kat
280 Characters

By Reena at ReInventions:
Inefficiency
“Let us migrate.”
“Why?”
“What do we do about human inefficiency? I can’t stand with this hundred pounds on me. And these guys have forgotten to shear me. I hope to find better people to assist us, in another village…”
(216 words)

By The Dark Netizen:
Experiment
Rise and shine!
Time to check how my successful experiment is doing. Ah! There she is. Good morning Dolly.
WHAT THE HELL!
Why are there so many Dolly clones here? We had only tested it once yesterday.
Is that Dolly using the cloning machine?
Uh Oh! This can’t be good for us.
RUN!!!
(Read more about Dolly the cloned sheep here)
Character Count: 280

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Ssh. They’re coming.
I know.
Are you ready?
Baah!
Dammit! It was my turn to say that!
81 characters.

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Mindless Sheep
As they peered into the cage, one animal glanced back.
The creature spent most of its time staring into its hand, it only looked up briefly.
“To think, they were once considered the most intelligent animals on earth” said the Sheep to its family before moving to the next cage.
[278 Characters]

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Shear Delight
“Don’t worry, little one,” the old ewe said. “You will feel a lot more comfortable once they cut off all of that thick wool. It’s getting too warm to keep that heavy coat on.”
“Will it hurt?” the little lamb asked.
“Not if you don’t look in the mirror for a few months,” she said.
(278 characters)

By Violet at Thru Violet’s Lentz:
Ruminating
“Baby?”
“You know I love you right?”
“Come here.”
“Aw Baby come on.”
Silence.
“Could you at least look at me? How can I make you believe it’s all about you if you won’t even look at me?”
“Oh, you better believe I know it’s all about ewe, that’s exactly why I refuse to look at you.”
278 characters

By Hayley at The Story Files:
The new pills were causing sleepless nights. Kim tried the traditional counting method; a wooden gate and sheep jumping over. Then a wolf, huge and grey, mouth red. Kim’s eyes snapped open, she heard a loud growling within her bedroom. She turned on the light and knew she wasn’t alone.

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Bahaha!
“Who are ewe? new here?”
“We’re trinity.”
“Well you’re welcome to join our flock.”
“Thanks but we have heaven to run.”
“Why you here?”
“Aup! Ladies is this a new shepherd?”
“No I am said trinity. That’s lost boy Azriel.”
Gabriel was tearing his hair out to the sound of Satan’s laugh!
(278 Characters)

By Shweta at My Random Ramblings:
Be Cruel to be Kind
Alerted by the sound of approaching feet, whatever remained of the flock exchanged panic-stricken looks.
The humans were back. Again!
The drug trials were claiming more lives than ever.
Each time, they were assured that the formula was finally perfected.
But the trials never stopped.
(280 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Really, Now
The young human thought she was in charge. The idea that she could raise and show us at the local fair was laughable at best. All summer, we waited and plotted. Soon, the young one would learn who was really in charge. They would all learn. Then it will be us shaving puny humans.
280 Characters

By D L Starlight at Somewhere Sea:
blah-blah-baa-aa
We came here together, we’ll stay together…
No matter how strange the neighbors are.
We must show grace, not everyone is like us…
Sheep get criticized dear, you know that.
We’ll vow to take the high road, reflect our
Creator’s best, not be petty.
No frowns now, honey, Smile Bigger.
280 Characters

By IndieShe:
“The mother and its offspring is a tale that crosses all boundaries of species.
A mother loves her baby,her replica. She hovers around it casting a protective sheath.
Her baby is her golden fleece.
She cherishes it,nurtures it.
Her child tells the story of her life”
(261 characters)

By Deb at Twenty Four:
The place was perfect, set on a high bluff overlooking the beautiful bay, I couldn’t have asked for more. There was only one problem though and I knew I was going to have to turn down the find of the century.
It was the sheep you see – they didn’t like me.
(256 characters)

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Laura the lamb was really embarrassed.
Late for school, yet again!
It was bad enough that her Mum insisted on taking her every day, always waiting outside the gates, there for everyone to see.
No other Mum had 2 bodies; and why did the legs always try to go in different directions?
(280 characters)

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Feeling sheepish because we didn’t make it in time, we didn’t vote. We wanted to break tradition and not follow the wooly thinking of humans. It’s not us, but the country, that got fleeced. Ewes know, it’s up to the young generation now. But all we hear is silence from the lambs.
280 Characters

By Jon at Broadsides:
We appeal to you, have you seen our little lamb, we are searching every which way for him. He was last seen following Mary. Mary had a knife and we are desperately concerned. He is easy to spot, he has a fleece as white as snow. If you see anything please contact detective inspector Shepard as soon as possible.

By Leena at Soul Connection:
The Sheepish Thought
“Wht they wnt to copy frm us nw?”
“Who?”
“They r clicking us withot our permission”
“Seems we need to copywrite our style”
“You are right.”
“They already tryng to look lyk us by mkng faces while clickng selfies,we kpt quiet.Nw we need ths to stp smwhr”
“True.Humans r imitating us 2mch”

By Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
Counting Sheep
I love those unexpected moments when I am lying awake in bed counting sheep, a brilliant idea strikes me and then I drift off to sleep with a resolve to write it the next day. Wake up next morn only to realize I forgot it all&then I beat myself up for not writing it down last night.

By JPP at The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
New Zealand Sheep
Mary stared at the cage “Queer lookin lot today what?”
“Oh look Maerre, they’re taking our photo!”
Harry laughed as he turned around and raised his tail.
“Instagram THIS Tourist!” he called wagging his butt back and forth.
Character count 223

By Trollekar:
Sheep are not smart. Sheep are slow. Sheep are fluffy. Sheep are prey.
Sheep get slaughtered.
Humans are apex predators. Humans desire, humans lust, humans envy, humans betray.
Humans kill.
The sheep know no such emotions. They are above such trivialities.
The sheep smile at us.
(276 characters)

Awesome week of Twittering Tales! Ewe wooly outdid yourselves. Tee hee…bah ha hah! Going to shut the flock up and dive into this week’s photograph of a well by mh-grafik at pixabay.com. Is it a wishing well? Or something more sinister. Tell me, tell me, tell me, me, me… do! And have fun! That’s the most important thing! Enjoy! I’ll see you at the roundup.

Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018

By mh-grafik at pixabay.com

How We Came to Be

The old well had dried up years ago, but that didn’t stop the stream of dreamers with pockets full of pennies from seeking it out. It was said, if your coin plopped instead of plunked when it hit bottom, your wish would come true. I made a wish one rainy day. My wish was you.

~kat ❤️

278 Characters