Author Archives: Kat Myrman

Twittering Tales #109 – 6 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 #108 – The Roundup

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!”
~kat
280 Characters

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:
Loneliness
loneliness
in sea of people
I struggle
to find
familiarity
become stranger to myself

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Alone
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.
(280 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Secrets
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.
273-character

By Deepa with Sync With Deep:
Alone
am I being
all alone
or
being alone
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.
[272 characters]

By Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Time Warp
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?
106 characters

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
(280 Characters)

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?
(272 characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Distress Signal
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!”
275 characters.

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The Happening
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

Broken Memories

“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.”

“But…”

“Hush…”

~kat

279 Characters


Reverence – Manic Monday

reverence

Reverence

every moment
my heart
seeks you
I hear your
voice and feel joy
you are my treasure

~kat

This week’s Black Out poem for Manic Monday’s Three Way Prompt: Photo: above (cropped)/Word: Reverence/Song: First by Lauren Daigle (Lyrics with bold lifted text below)


First
Lauren Daigle

Before I bring my need
I will bring my heart
Before I lift my cares
I will lift my arms
I wanna know You
I wanna find You
In every season
In every moment
Before I bring my need
I will bring my heart
And seek You

First
I wanna seek You
I wanna seek You
First
I wanna keep You
I wanna keep You
First
More than anything I want, I want You
First

Before I speak a word
Let me hear Your voice
And in the midst of pain
Let me feel Your joy
Ooh, I wanna know You
I wanna find You
In every season
In every moment
Before I speak a word
I will bring my heart
And seek You

First
I wanna seek You
I wanna seek You
First
I wanna keep You
I wanna keep You
First
More than anything I want, I want You
First

You are my treasure and my reward
Let nothing ever come before
You are my treasure and my reward
Let nothing ever come before
I seek You

First

First
I wanna seek You
I wanna seek You
First
I wanna keep You
I wanna keep You
First
More than anything I want, I want You
First
First

Songwriters: Jason Ingram / Paul Mabury / Mia Fieldes / Lauren Daigle / Charles Bentley
First lyrics © Essential Music Publishing, Capitol Christian Music Group

 

 

 


November Naani #5

the sky is falling
clouds burst, billowing
this cold, grey mourning
heaven is weeping

~kat


November Naani #4

sometimes family
is not born, bound by dna…
sometimes family,
one’s tribe, is discovered

~kat


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 4 November 2018

You know the saying, “things could not get any worse”. That one. It’s meant to encourage us when things are really bad. Unbelievably awful. I’ve been saying it to myself a lot these past few years. A lot. So many times that it almost seems meaningless, because it’s just not true…

And Worse, for his part, keeps showing me that he is not finished showing off. Every day, Worse is looming, in my face flaunting his best, the greatest hits, of his worst. And the hits keep coming. At a furious pace. Worse is relentless. He’s especially good at reminding me of what I’ve lost…friends, family, security, freedom. He loves making me beg for an end to his madness. He loves beating me down. For every uttered, “it can’t get any worse,” he’s there smugly declaring, “Oh, but it can. It can always get worse.” Worse is a bottomless pit of impossibilities just waiting to spew his venom. To poison us into believing it’s hopeless to imagine anything better than the misery he’s so good at inflicting.

But Worse doesn’t know me. I have seen Worse. And I am still here. The shimmering break of day still moves me…every day. The cool settling of dusk soothes me. I swoon to the caress of the breeze on my cheek, thrill to the trill of birdsong. Oh I know I’m waxing poetic a bit. Hey, it’s what poets do. But like I said, Worse doesn’t know me.

Go ahead give me your worst, Worse, I’ll raise you with hope. Ante up…show how vile you can be. Tell me your lies. They’re no match for the truth. I wear truth like armor. And another thing…I am a raging bundle of love. Love never fails. You can’t stop the beautiful sun from rising, or quiet the birds from singing. You can’t stop the seasons from seasoning. And my friends, the better angels, they’re not afraid of you either. Yes things may seem to be going your way Worse. But not today. Today Hope is rising. She’s ready for a fight. And when she wins, you’re gonna feel it.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 4 November 2018

when words are not enough it’s best not to make up stuff
nipping our hearts, numbing frost, fear, our freedom lost
something was horribly wrong
all have gone…
mustn’t be late, and then we wait, it’s the waiting I hate
the haunt begins…appease them with sweets, don’t let them in
it is not safe here
clouds, drizzle droplets
silenced by our better angels
when so much is at stake / become the truth
gilded needles clinging
remember the things that matter

~kat

A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.