i think i knew i had better things to do… it’s too late.
back then i wouldn’t say it. i blew it.
we said someday we’d feel more. i was lookin’ to stay.
if i could i would change every memory; it’s hard to say goodbye.
~kat
For Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt Challenge based on the Photo (above, the words: Reflection-Reflect-Reflecting, and the song: Photograph by Nickelback (see below with found words in bold text).
Look at this photograph
Every timeI do it makes me laughHow did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?
This is where I grew
up
I think the present owner fixed it
up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out
And this is where I
went to school
Most of the time I had better things to
do
Criminal record saysI broke in
twice
I must of done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Lot’s better now than it was back then If I was them, I wouldn’t let me in
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, God, I
Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to sayit
Good bye, good bye
Every memory of walkin’ out the front door I found the photo of the friend that
I was lookin’ for
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye, good bye
Remember the old arcade? Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They said somebody went and burnt it down
We use to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know We said somedaywe’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just a steering
wheel
Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, God, I
Every memory of lookin’ out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye
Every memory of walkin’ out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I
was lookin’ for
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye, good bye
I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of lookin’ out
the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye
Every memory of walkin’ out the
front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin’ for It’shard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye, good bye
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me
Songwriters:
Chad Kroeger / Daniel Adair / Daniel Patrick Adair / Michael Kroeger / Michael
Douglas Henry Kroeger / Mike Kroeger / Ryan Peake / Ryan Anthony Peake
be gentle with yourselves my dears everyone has imperfections you deserve the warm affection of that person in the mirror everyone has imperfections be gentle with yourselves my dears
~kat
The Biolet (a shorter version of the Triolet) is a poem of 6 lines, typically of eight syllables each, rhymingABbaBA and so structured that the first line recurs as the sixth and the second as the fifth.
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.
Starting us off… There had been a spree of holiday heists on Elm St. The neighborhood watch stepped up its surveillance thanks to Norman, who made ornaments fitted with cameras. As he watched monitors in Mrs. Dudley’s attic, the thief made his move. Could it be? He gasped. The Grinch was real! ~kat 279 Characters
By Reena at ReInventions: Future Stories Cold nights and bare branches are my canvas to paint life. Snow will cover everything soon, but greenery waits for spring – buried beneath shades of white and grey. This is the time I choose to impregnate darkness and write the future. Fear not … I’m a messenger of times to come. (279 characters)
By Michael at Morpethroad: At midnight a single light shone from an upstairs window. The old man wrapped the only gift he gave each year. The tree in the yard was festooned with the signal bauble. At one minute past, he heard the tap. Bowing he gave the gift to his caller. The caller gave him another year.
By Willow at WillowDot21: Every year two red lights, one in the tree and one the attic. Nick looked forward to this stop. Rudolph and the gang not so much. Well, he got brandy and mince pies, they got carrots! This year was different there was a bucket of beer left out for gang. It was zig,zag all the way home. (285 Characters)
By Ponnz at The Swan Song: Deserted Twilight it is, love Welcoming me home Deserted as it, I am You failed to phone Christmas it is, bells I’ll hang ’em up now Just to let you know I was here in the snow.
By The Dark Netizen: CHRISTMAS NIGHT This is the last house for the night. It does look quite weird, the Christmas decoration. Spooky. But as Santa Claus, I will do my job. Nice, an open window. Now only to place the present. Wait, what’s this? A TRAP? Why are these people approaching me with knives and a hungry look?!
By Di at Pensitivity101: She watched the two baubles on the tree outside from her attic bedroom window. At the strike of midnight, a moonbeam hit one, then the other, uniting them. She smiled and whispered ‘Merry Christmas Mum and Dad. I love you’ then settled down to sleep. 247 characters.
By Fandango at This, That, and the Other: The Haunting “What’s your problem?” Tim asked. “Why do you always take the long way home?” “That big, old house on Main Street,” Dave said. “It’s haunted. I’ve seen the ghosts.” “You’re just a scaredy-cat.” “Am not.” “Are too.” “Fine,” Dave said. “Let’s go that way.” Neither boy was seen again. (276 characters)
By Ron at Read 4 Fun: Even Santa Can Get it Wrong Norman rented them the fraternity house on Elm St in the town of Amityville for pledge night. Committee members Freddy, Jason, and Chucky would approve new members. Joker provided laughs. Jigsaw posed riddles to candidates. Wait! Yo! Santa, are you sure you want to pledge this? 278 characters
By Peter at Peter’s Pondering: The old house has been deserted for years. Each Christmas, on the bare tree in front, a few old baubles appear. No-one ever sees who places them there, or who takes them down on twelfth night. No-one ever witnesses the party that takes place, and survives! Unfortunately for you! (279 characters)
By JP at Wide-Eyed Wanderer: This Old House Teena surveyed the old house with a quiet kind of dread. The old man lived alone and needed a caregiver. Teena needed a job, but still, this was creepy. Ah well, nothing for it, she walked to the door and knocked. The door opened silently on it’s own. Teena screamed. Character count 272
By Anurag at Jagahdilmein: Midnight Marauders We froze as we heard a scampering sound, and then a big THUD! As Pat checked through the keyhole, I whispered accusingly, “It’s Christmas Eve, the house would be empty, you said!” 275 characters.
By Deepa at Sync With Deep: The Wait Begins city was lit up when festivities were on post festive empty streets are depressing people are back to square one worried about electric bills the wait for another year has already begun when the few happy days will come again and light these streets up!!
By Deb at Twenty Four: Marcia paused as she walked by the old mansion which sat on the hill. It had been empty ever since the tragic accident but the Christmas decorations remained. Marcia shook her head and then continued on her way, a eerie smile twisting her lips. An accident, that was what it was. (280 characters)
By Indhu at Always!: Spread Happiness “Why is this house not decorated?”, asked little Matt. “The old man living in this house has no family and would like to keep it to himself”, said his Mom. Next morning, old Harry opened his front door and saw decorations on his old parched tree. He couldn’t help but smile! <273 characters>
Wonderful roundup my friends. I am honored that you joined the challenge durring this holiday week for so many of you. As I prepare this roundup, we are mere hours away from a new year. I wish every one of you a 2019 filled with happiness, good health, love and peace. And thank you so much for sharing this tiny part of your journey with me in 280 characters or less. 🙂 On to next year! What conversation did this unsuspecting voyeur overhear? Did he witness a crime? Or maybe he has some observations about the humans nearby. Be sure to link back to the comments or ping your story here. And I’ll see you at the Round Up. Have fun!
Twittering Tales #117 – 1 January 2019
Photo by Free-Photos at Pixabay.com
My humans love to repeat some silly words. ‘Hello, bye bye, nite-nite.’ Lame! Sometimes I give ‘em a ‘good boy’ or ‘hello’. The old guy is my favorite. He taught me a few new words.
Whenever I get tired of the one they call mom I give her a loud SHIT. I like to hear her scream!
with a kiss we bid adieu
to another year, now spent,
pour the bubbly, raise your flutes,
sing for auld lang syne
~kat
And it’s a wrap! 2018 is ticking to a close (thank goodness!) and this month’s exploration of the poetry form called a Dodoitsu. I’m also thanking goodness for that too. It’s an ok form as forms go, but I think I’ve written enough dodoitsus to last a lifetime! Well, 31 to be exact. Like I said! 🤪)
Wishing you and those you love a bright and happy new year filled with peace, happiness, good health and prosperity. 2019…ready or not, here we come! 😊
2018 is creeping to an end. I don’t know about you, but I will be happy to watch the ball drop on what has been a challenging year (I’m being kind). In a few days we will have a clean slate. And, well, we have a lot of work to do. But it’s nothing a little love and kindness can’t handle. All we need to do is remember to be kind and to believe in who we know we can be, together.
I have personally witnessed what love can do. As some of you may know, we rescued an abandoned mama dog, barely a puppy herself who was tossed away like trash with her three puppies. Gabrielle, Gabby, we call her. She has come such a long way in a few short months.
This is Gabby when we adopted her on the left and a snapshot from a few days ago. Transformed by love!
Yes, I know what Love can do. And our world needs it so very badly right now. The best part is that each one of us can play a part in our collective recovery. Remember to be kind. Love will do the rest. Peace, love, and kindness to you in 2019!
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 December 2018
peace on earth, go tell
hope, glad tidings, joy abound
magic in the air
could it be?
identity’s not a what
what need have I for flowers
I wake up each day; I’m living, breathing
that bliss may be found
you don’t have to say a word
justice may come with the stroke of a pen
when they’re not looking, we live
~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.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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