sweet verbena
though
they burst
in clusters
each verbena
blossom is perfection in miniature
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.
Monthly Archives: May 2019
May Day 30
fair
lily
kiss of fire
flashing crimson
in solitary reverie she blooms
~kat
A study on the symbolism of lilies, comfort for those who may be grieving…as the flowers most often associated with funerals, lilies symbolize that the soul of the departed has received restored innocence after death.
May Day 29
if
ever
I forget
why I am here
the earth reminds me whispering… “just be”
~kat
Poetry form for the month of May: Tetractys/5 lines/syllable count 1-2-3-4-10.
Twittering Tales #138 – 28 May 2019
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. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
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!
Twittering Tales #137 -The Roundup
Photo by paulsbarlow7@pixabay.com
Define Emergency
“911, what is your emergency?”
“I’m alone.”
“That’s not an emergency, ma’am.”
“Someone’s outside.”
“Are you in danger? What’s your address? I can send…
<CRASH! SCUFFLE!>
“Ma’am?! Please! Tell me your address!!!”
(Male voice) “Heaven maybe…or hell. Muhaha! Have a nice day. Bub-bye.”
~kat
279 Characters
By Neel at Neel Writes Blog:
Bad Timing
Nothing augured well.
Not the broken window glass.
Not the fact that hubby dear lay still on the floor.
And why did the housemaid decide to take ‘ill’ today of all days?
Now, who’s going to clean up the place before I report an ‘accidental death’?
(260 characters)
By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Why Did He Lie?
The policeman examined the door and knew the homeowner had lied. He told him that someone broke the glass from the outside to get into the house. If that were the case, the broken glass would have been inside the house, not on the ground outside. He’s hiding something. But what?
(279 characters)
By Reena at ReInventions:
Breaking Point
Where do you think is the breaking point? When we crack up with internal explosions, but shards of glass do not fly out…. are we still whole?
We plan it like a fight master on a movie set, etching lines on glass before the shoot. If the fight looks made up, it doesn’t hurt others.
By Hayley at The Story Files:
Smash
Fred arrived at work to see broken glass and a spider web crack across the door. Someone had tried to break into the Pawn Shop again but this time they hadn’t got in.
Opening the door, the large German Shepard dog came out to greet him. It was the best thing he’d ever been pawned.
By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Stay Home and Save
Someone always had to be home; neighborhood crime was serious. I work all day; she took the kids and left for a time-out. I changed the locks. Each morning, I set the shotgun trap. She decided to return home early with keys that no longer worked. Looks like a permanent time-out.
279
By Tien at From The Window Seat:
Unwanted Attention
Jenny desired spotlight so she staged a break-in, the broken glass door as evidence; the neighbours only wondered who the man in Jenny’s house was.
He looked right at home though.
If only the second floor’s window was broken too, everyone would see a corpse skewered to the walls.
(278 characters)
By Larry at East Elmhurst A Go Go:
The Catch
“Life is a series of one door’s opening and another’s closing,” Josephine told Jeanine, the pretty therapist. “I’m glad you understand that,” Jeanine said. ” That’s a perfect image for how things work.” “Although, of course,” Josephine went on, “There’s often more to it.”
By Di at Pensitivity101:
To most, it looked like a cracked window.
But look closer……….
is someone choking another, or stealing a bag of swag?
120 characters
By Lisa at Tao Talk:
Last Laugh
Ed laughed at her for the last time. De took Ed’s biting humor before the fall that made her quad; afterwards, it was ravenous. De pleaded with him to stop; it only made him worse. De’s mind began to bend. When it snapped, her telekinesis was born. Ed’s head met the window.
[278 characters]
By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It!:
Ron and Linda pulled up to their home and noticed that their front door had broken glass around the lock.
As they walked towards the door, they got out their cell phone to call the police. There was a sudden whoosh and the house went up in flames.
“Oh my God,” Linda shrieked.
276 characters
By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Broken Empathy
Her instinct told her something was wrong. Then she saw the white powdered glass, like snow that glittered on the path, then the broken window.
What hurt most was the message written in ink across her white kitchen tiles that showed a lack of empathy.
“Thanks for the hospitality”.
[280 Characters]
By Sadje at Keep it Alive:
Don’t Propogate Hate
There is no explanation for hate. Just because someone is not like you in appearance, color or religion you don’t have to hate them. But who will tell this to all these people charged by the latest rise in racial and religious discrimination? The glass had been broken by a stone.
Character count =280
By Graham at Graham is Just My Name:
Those that survived named it the Bullet Spider (Bulla Araneae), a mutant species; a consequence of the fifth great nuclear incident.
It had a voracious appetite for Silica.
No window was safe.
Then it invited its spidery companion the Humanis Carnivoris Araneae.
In colossal numbers.
(279 chars)
By Willow at WillowDot21:
Heaven’s Door
The Big Guy asked “Where’s Peter he’s the key holder”Silence reined Gabriel shuffled his feet, Micheal began to hum.
Azriel said “Lucifer told me to give Peter a drink”Peter’s snores sang out from inside.”Who broke the glass” asked the Big Guy.
Satan’s laugh rang around heaven.
(276 Characters)
By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Our Scpider.
We called her SC!
She was the most untidy spider we’d ever encountered.
Each time we cleared up the web, she built it in exactly the same place, and to exactly the same design. A really messy affair it was.
But why on earth did she leave a hole shaped like the map of South Carolina?
(280 characters)
By Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Pastiche: A Curious Incident
It hinges, Lestrade, on a curious incident.[SH]
Please, Holmes. Not that dog in the night-time again.[IL]
No, this time it is the cat.[SH]
Cat burglar?[DW]
No, Watson. Merely a cat.[SH]
Good God, Holmes. A murdering meerkat?[DW]
[Sigh]None but a simple feline.[SH]
Kat is a felon?[IL]
{279 characters. Phew.}
Speakers:
SH = Sherlock Holmes
IL= Inspector Lestrade
DW = Doctor Watson
By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
The Sins of the Son
The woman at the door said in an accusing tone, “Your son broke our window!”
Enraged, I asked, “On what basis are you blaming my son?”
“Well,” replied the man, “because the window belonged to our spaceship. We would’ve brought your hammer along, but we couldn’t lift it, Mr. Thor.”
279 characters.
By JP at JP the Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Shattered
The window shattered on impact, a web of jagged fractures. The fairies were trapped in globes, tired, barely glowing. With a burst of angry magic, Star shattered the tiny prisons.
character count 179
By Deb at Twenty Four:
They told him to get a hobby, that is was good to keep the mind active, that it would expand his social circle.
It wasn’t his fault that he was arrested practicing his lock picking, but on the plus side he did meet a really nice biker who liked to do macrame on the weekends.
By Rob at Art by Rob Goldstein:
Broken
This festival of self-loathing,
this tawdry hatred,
this contempt:
broken genius shatters
trust, self-destructs,
and dies forgotten.
Well done everyone! Thank you for joining the challenge! For this week’s challenge, a film strip of photo negatives. What is hidden here? The clue to a mystery? Evidence of a crime…or maybe a mystery person revealed? Have fun telling your tale and I’ll see you at
Twittering Tales #138 – 28 May 2019
Photo by Moritz 320 at Pixabay.com
A Break in the Case
“You’re gonna want to see these Brad. I had the lab develop prints from the camera we found at the crime scene.”
“Do we have a suspect?”
“No, nothing like that. Look at this beauty. A ’64 Mustang. Do you think the paint job is original? ”
~kat
236 Characters
Monday with the Muse
all and nothing in between
in between every in between
shadows in mocha brown, two shades dark
exquisite stained glass camouflage
blocks the ozone…we need control,
bullets for the concrete sky to create holes
so someone could dream of flowers
while parking lots gather shopping carts
~kat
A Blackout Poem (a bit on the abstract side) inspired by the poem “All-American” by David Hernandez (see below):
I’m this tiny, this statuesque, and everywhere
in between, and everywhere in between
bony and overweight, my shadow(s) cannot hold
one shape in Omaha, in Tuscaloosa, in Aberdeen.
My skin is mocha brown, two shades darker
than taupe, your question is racist, nutmeg, beige,
I’m not offended by your question at all.
Penis or vagina? Yes and yes. Gay or straight?
Both boxes. Bi, not bi, who cares, stop
fixating on my sex life, Jesus never leveled
his eye to a bedroom’s keyhole. I go to church
in Tempe, in Waco, the one with the exquisite
stained glass, the one with a white spire
like the tip of a Klansman’s hood. Churches
creep me out, I never step inside one,
never utter hymns, Sundays I hide my flesh
with camouflage and hunt. I don’t hunt
but wish every deer wore a bulletproof vest
and fired back. It’s cinnamon, my skin,
it’s more sandstone than any color I know.
I voted for Obama, McCain, Nader, I was too
apathetic to vote, too lazy to walk one block,
two blocks to the voting booth For or against
a women’s right to choose? Yes, for and against.
For waterboarding, for strapping detainees
with snorkels and diving masks. Against burning
fossil fuels, let’s punish all those smokestacks
for eating the ozone, bring the wrecking balls,
but build more smokestacks, we need jobs
here in Harrisburg, here in Kalamazoo. Against
gun control, for cotton bullets, for constructing
a better fence along the border, let’s raise
concrete toward the sky, why does it need
all that space to begin with? For creating
holes in the fence, adding ladders, they’re not
here to steal work from us, no one dreams
of crab walking for hours across a lettuce field
so someone could order the Caesar salad.
No one dreams of sliding a squeegee down
the cloud-mirrored windows of a high-rise,
but some of us do it. Some of us sell flowers.
Some of us cut hair. Some of us carefully
steer a mower around the cemetery grounds.
Some of us paint(s) houses. Some of us monitor
the power grid. Some of us ring you up
while some of us crisscross a parking lot(s)
to gather the shopping carts into one long,
rolling, clamorous and glittering backbone.
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