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Twittering Tales #52 – 3 October 2017

 

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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 based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. 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. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #51 – The Roundup

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Photo by Nordseher at Pixabay.com

Starting us off my tale…
The twister spared the trees but had tossed the apples on the ground.
“Looks like an apple butter year,” Mae quipped. It was her best batch.
(140 Characters)

From Reena at Reinventions:
This looks rotten on one side. Not the best for apple pie for her special people.
After all, their grandchildren visited only once in a year.
(140 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
There’s one bad apple and I pulled it out.
Can’t have it spoiling the whole barrel.
You could have been that apple.
Lucky I pulled you out.

From Martin at Martin Corcoran:
Newton’s ex-wife never grew tired of cooking apple pies and dropping them on him from a great height, yelling Don’t blame me, blame gravity!
(140 Characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The old woman with the arthritic hand thrust the apple toward me and asked if I wanted a bite. When she started to cackle, I ran away.
(134 characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
“It’s a magic apple,” gradfather said.
“Magic isn’t real,” I gumbled.
“Just try it,” he smiled.
And magically, my sadness disappeared.
(131 characters)

From Sight11 at Journey:
Who knew that the bright red exterior was getting rotten inside? Looks can be deceiving.
Well death was eminent. If not maggots, then teeth. 

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
As the new turns to the experienced for guidance and support,the latter looks forward to the former’s novelty.Life comes a full circle.
134 characters.

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Each year he offered the first of the crop to his darling wife.
This year she was not there to receive it.
Gone. 
The apple of his eye forever!
(140 characters)

From Lorraine two tales at In 25 Words, More or Less:
Different disguise. Smaller apple.
That girl was always one sandwich short of a picnic.
(86 characters)
Or
“Steve, take a break,” Grandfather Jobs said, offering a small Macintosh apple.
“Wait . . . I think I have an idea,” and the IPhone was born.
(140 characters)

From Leena at Soul Connection:
He Sold Ancstrs Land Agnst Evry1’s Wish
Days Later He Lost Job
Appls Lk Juicy
On Demnd V Xprt Dem
It Ws Frm Sme Land Whch He Sold Thnkng Useles.

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Head:
This is fruit from the Tree of Life  and Death. It enables you to see the creation of the Universe or its death. What do you choose to see? 
(140 characters)

From Willow at Willowdot21:
“Look” he said. “It was just like this, round and ruby red” My eyes grew larger. 
“It was bigger of course  and full of poison.” Winked Grandpa.

From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
Mirror mirror, am I the prettiest one of all?
You wld be if only you’d eat the apple you were given!
Apples, not chips!
WHAT?
Just go on a diet!
140 characters

Thank you to everyone to took a bite of the apple last week. Some of you made me laugh out loud. You were clever, sentimental, mysterious and inspiring! As always, BRILLIANT! Truly! 🙂

This is Week 52, which means we’ve been tweeting these tales for a year! Another anniversary of sorts. The challenge photo for this week is this photo of a clown by GLady on Pixabay.com. I don’t particularly like clowns. They can be scary. But they make some people happy. I often wonder about the people who dress up like clowns. What is their story? What is this guy’s story?

I hope you have a good week. If you decide to join the challenge, have fun! I’ll see you at the round up. ❤

Twittering Tales #52 – 3 October 2017

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Photo by GLady on Pixabay.com

When Joe was a kid he loved the circus; especially clowns. They were the nicest guys. But Joe was not nice. It was the perfect disguise.
(137 Characters)

~kat


Magnetic Poetry Monday – 2 October 2017

there is a haunting cloud of poison
in the air this morning…a red hot sky
our salty tears making dirty trails
on our faces…smiles darkened
in the wake of hate’s fire

~kat

Magnetic Poetry

Remembering Las Vegas…and keeping close to heart, those still suffering in Puerto Rico, islands in the Caribbean and Texas and Florida.


Universal Synchronicity

My fortune cookie this afternoon…

Okay Universe…you have my attention! ❤️


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 1 October 2017

Being an optimist is exhausting, especially now. I’m not going to rattle off another list of what is wrong with the world. You already know it…if you’re paying attention. And I’m guessing you’re exhausted like me.

I’ve stopped saying “I can’t believe it! How is this happening?!” I’ve stopped believing that I can count on people, even those I love, to do the right thing. I’ve started to believe that voting doesn’t matter because politicians are not in it for the people, but to line their pockets and ensure comfortable retirements for themselves.

I’m seriously considering the fact that I may not be an optimist after all. I’m clearly not up to the task. But I can’t bring myself to admit that I’m a pessimist either. Luckily for me, and you too if you’re exhausted, there is another option. Being a realist.

I looked up realist and found the perfect definition in the Urban Dictionary:

Realists have a firm grip on reality and can see things for what they are, not what they are told they are. Realists have their own views and do not fall victim to propaganda, misconception, or titles!

1. There is the Pessimist who believes the glass is half empty!

2. There is the Optimist who believes the glass is half full!

3. Then there is the Realist who knows it is just half a fucking glass!

No more exhausting “rah rah la-la-la, everything is unicorns and rainbows” optimism from me! No more “kiss your ass goodbye, the sky is falling” pessimism either. They’re both exhausting and in a word, delusional. Realism is where it’s at. My self-talk needs a do-over…

“So yeah, things suck…a lot…right now. And it’s probably gonna get worse before it gets better. Fortunately for you, for everyone, it won’t last forever. It never does. Get a grip! In the meantime, the sun is shining and the sky is blue. Or maybe it’s raining. Deal with it. We need rain sometimes. It helps plants…and people grow. But the sky is definitely not falling, so get over yourself. And for god’s sake, get out of bed. Today is 24 hours of whatever you choose to make it. Clock is ticking sweetheart. Get out there. Kick some ass!”

I’m definitely pessimistically, optimistic that being a realist is the way to go. I am so over being an extremist. At the end of the day I might still be exhausted, but it will be well earned exhaustion from keeping it real!

Have a great week everyone! Here’s to keeping it real and kicking it!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 1 October 2017

conformation be damned

it drives us mad if we ignore it

and then some

the twister spared the trees 

air dense with death’s balm

chaos rages, earth in flux

tossed and forgotten

a tiny dot on a page

back in the day

pipe-dreams on inked pages

until the lights went out

ending suddenly into dead, black silence

tracks through the wild

even if it is hard to see…

I am not dazzled

death whispers to her

~kat


Magnetic Poetry Saturday

my garden heaves her

last bit of sweetness

as the cool beauty of

death whispers to her

urging her to sleep…

to dream of spring

I am not dazzled by

broken gods and

fool-hearty men who

must be surrounded by

all-embracing prisoners

of fear to feel whole

keep trusting in

the goodness of

others even if it is

hard to see….I

believe it’s always

there, waiting to care

every path is thick

with followers but

wanderers leave fresh

tracks through the wild

~kat

Magnetic Poetry