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!
Before we get into last week’s roundup, I found out that the ping back gremlins lost Graham’s post for TT #135 (the impending storm photo). Here it is. Thanks for letting me know Graham. 🙂
By Graham at Graham is Just My Name:
“It’s really down to a question of being in the right place at the right time. I often spend hours, even days, waiting for the ideal conditions.”
Final photograph of John Jones (7.5.1956 – 10.4.2018)
Starting us off…
They got a great deal! The house was close to schools and work, fenced in yard. It was perfect.When they asked the real estate agent about the low price, she told them some wild ghost story. They didn’t believe in ghosts.
But that changed. It’s been empty since that first night. ~kat
The middle of the night was the worst, the fan couldn’t seem to make a dent in the stifling air in the bedroom. Careful not to wake the kids he often slipped down to the kitchen and stuck his head in the fridge just for a reprieve.
By Hayley at The Story Files:
The fridge door wouldn’t stay shut over night no matter what she did. She decided to replace the fridge, thinking there must be a fault. However, the new fridge door also wouldn’t shut.
‘Must be a hungry ghost in the night leaving it open!’ her boyfriend joked.
Little did they know…
By Di at Pensitivity101:
‘Come to me.
Sample the goodness within.
Reach into the light and touch…..’
Get you hands out of the fridge right now!
By Larry at East Elmhurst A Go Go:
The Evil That’s In Style
It’s 1979. Disco and polyester have left their horrific mark everywhere. I walk to the kitchen in search of a much needed midnight snack. Suddenly I hear a knock at my door. “O no!’ I gasp. ‘It’s the infamous Disco Strangler, and even he wears polyester.’
By Na’ama at Na’ama Yehuda:
They’ve left the fridge door open.
The cool pooled close,
Into the space
As if the halo of it
For the life
That no longer
In these rooms
That still echo
With the sounds
Of “please don’t!
Not the kids!”
By John at The Magic Shop:
Lou entered his kitchen planning to blow his diet again with his routine nightly snack. Vera and the kids were in bed. The refrigerator slowly opened and a voice spoke.
“LOU, YOU’RE ON A DIET”. Lou rushed out not noticing the string tied to the refrigerator door or his daughter crouched in the dark.
By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Sue woke up in the middle of the night, went downstairs to the kitchen, and found the refrigerator door wide open. She ran upstairs, woke up her husband, and said, “You left the fridge door open again.”
Dan looked at her and said, “Did not,” and rolled over and went back to sleep.
By Milly at Truly Milly:
I opened the fridge. There was so much stuff inside. I have to clear everything so I can store this lovely meat I bought from the dark web. I can’t wait to experience the taste of rich human meat.
By Regina at Help From Heaven:
Waking in the night, as hungry as a bear,
Opened the fridge, and found nothing there.
Nothing that would satisfy my sweet tooth,
And if you want to hear my sordid truth,
Unless I see plenty of cookies, cakes, or pies,
I don’t find that my great hunger will die.
I know that beggars can’t be choosers,
But, without something sweet, I feel such a loser.
By Deb at Twenty Four:
Marcus knew what had happened the moment he entered the kitchen, the open fridge door was a dead giveaway.
For a moment he silently fumed and then he yelled out loud enough to wake the neighbours, “Puss, where are you, you lousy milk thief.”
The cat, as always, declined to respond.
By Namitha at The Dame Writes:
“Oops! The fridge is open again!”
“I wonder what are these brats eating at midnight?”
“hmm.. Ice cream! Is it good to have ice cream at night. I might put on weight!”
“What the hell! Today is mother’s day, I definitely deserve it.”
By Indhu at Always:
Who Was It?
The recent mysterious activities in the neighborhood bothered Jay. He turned around to see his wife fast asleep.
Suddenly, there was a soft music coming from below. Alarmed and scared, Jay slowly walked down the stairs.
It was the fridge door alarm.
But who left it open?
By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
The fridge door was open and the room was lit by its faint light. He reached in and grabbed a drumstick and was about to take a bite when there was a loud crash. He turned around and was rooted to the spot in fright. The cat was staring at him, it’s eye like green flint.
Character count: 273
By Graham at Graham is Just My Name:
Harsh light escaped from the open fridge where rancid butter, wilted carrots and mouldy yoghurt beckoned.
Other pervasive odours lingered in the kitchen.
Was that a body hidden in the shadows?
As I approached the fridge, I glimpsed the gleam of a knife.
But it was already too late.
By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It!:
“Bob, how many times must I tell you to stop leaving the fridge door open,” Madge yelled. “Our electric bill is astronomical!”
“I told you, I am not leaving it open.”
“Then who is? The kids are in bed.”
That’s what they think Robbie and Sue laugh out in the dark hallway.
By Oneta at Sweet Aroma:
Old Mother Standridge
Old Mother Standridge went to the ‘frig
To get her addiction a treat
And when she got there, the ‘frig was not bare
So way too much she did eat!
Oodles of noodles
Cheese, cookies, and cake
…Nothing left but dog’s Skoodles —
Feeling stuffed, she did not partake!
By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The egg had to be kept at 40° F for 2 weeks then sat on, by Mum, for exactly 17 days. Dad took no part in the process!
Mum had been asked to leave the light on overnight, so she had left the fridge door open.
Dani, the baby dragon was dying!
Just because she was afraid of the dark.
By JP at JP the Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Empty Refrigerator, Empty Heart
Solanj stared into the refrigerator. Bits stared back. Left over this, unused that. A memory stirred. “No love, no hate, no fear, no fate” she whispered her mantra until it passed. There was only the job. Solanj quickly shut the door and went back to cleaning her weapons.
character count 274
By Rob at Art by Rob Goldstein:
He opened the refrigerator at 2 am and grabbed a large banana cream pie. He didn’t notice the taste of bitter almond as he scooped the pie up with his hands. Roger was sleep eating again; Trina knew he would go for the pie. She was counting on it.
Well done everyone! It appears that your ping backs worked this week. Thank you for double checking and providing links in the comments as well. We only had one casualty for tt #135. Graham let me know, so of course as promised I have featured her entry at the top of this week’s roundup. Please let me know if I missed you in the round up. I want to be sure everyone sees your hard work!
For this week a mystery perhaps, inspired by broken glass in a door, photo by Paul S Barlow at Pixabay.com. Is it the result of an errant ball, or perhaps a rock? Maybe it’s the result of a criminal act. Or is it symbolic of brokenness. You tell me in 280 characters or less and I’ll see you at next week’s roundup! Have fun! 😊
Twittering Tales #137 – 21 May 2019
“911, what is your emergency?”
“That’s not an emergency, ma’am.”
“Are you in danger? What’s your address? I can send…
“Ma’am?! Please! Tell me your address!!!”
(Male voice) “Heaven maybe…or hell. Muhaha! Have a nice day. Bub-bye.”