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Twittering Tales #61 – 5 December 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 in 280 characters or less. Wait….WHAT?! YES! You read that correctly. Recently, the sages at Twitter announced that they were doubling the character limit. So, of course, I am passing this gift on to you! 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 now have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tales. I can’t wait to see what you do this week.


Twittering Tale #60 – The Round-Up

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A Creative Commons Photo from Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

The park had been Roberto’s territory for decades, like his father before him, and his father’s father. Oh, the stories he could tell you about the passengers who hired his carriage over the years. And tell you he would except, you might not understand his whinnies and brays.
(276 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
The handsome horse with a red mane and hoofs was surprisingly unpopular. Business was low, thanks to the message displayed,
“Ride with us, and we take you to places you have never been before, across the skies.”
The owner happened to be a fiction-writer, with no head for business.
(279 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
Pat’s taxi service was going from strength to strength.
His mates had laughed when he said he was ditching the car for something different. Weddings proved extremely popular in the Summer.
One horse power and no emissions so the hike in road duty on diesels didn’t affect him.
274 characters

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
As Cinderella changed from a pauper into a princess, Siraj transformed from a wealthy socialite on the verge of getting laid into a lowly coachman.
‘This is magical,’ signed Cinderella.
‘Son of a bitch!’ said Siraj.
213 Characters

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
It was quite a romantic gesture on his part. He reserved one of those hansom cabs. It’s a horse-drawn carriage thing that they have at Central Park. It was a sweet thing for him to do, but it was so damn cold that I was freezing my ass off. That sorta took the romance out of it.
(279 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Biting winds, icy roads
Sluggish could think of better places to be
Pulling a carriage in this weather was crazy
he longed for his blanket and a bucket of oats.
Behind him, George swore at kids throwing snowballs at them.
Sluggish slowed, turned and gave them a dirty look.

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
“Peace, calm and serene surroundings of the park pump in a fresh lease of life in me”, said Anna, as she visited the park in the carriage after a few decades. “The unprocessed, crisp, chill breeze rejuvenates my inner being. Am so glad to be back here, I can now live.”
269 Characters

 

From Jan at Strange Goings In the Head:
Armand relished the hunt, it filled his dead heart with fire. She was a worthy prize in this dark netherworld. The carriage stopped as their tryst commenced. Black eyes gleamed with hunger and crimson lips parted to kiss his throat. Ivory fangs sank deep, accepting his sacrifice.
(280 characters)

 

From Francine at Woman Walking Dog:
Night shift over, home for some sleep. See that horse-drawn calash in the rain – takes me straight back to Riga at Christmas.
The square made magic, with lights like diamonds horses stamping in the cold. Big city visit for  a boy’s treat
Wonder if it’s changed?  In this other country, city life is my living now.  Will I ever go home again? 

 

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Hector decided he could no longer tolerate the smell. He just had to confront the culprit and put an end to it.
“I won’t tell you again”, he said. “If you can’t control all that gas, you and I must go our separate ways!”
“I promise you, I’ll see the doc tomorrow”, the driver said.
(280 characters)

 

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Rmtc Mrng,Isn’t It?Snowfall,Wet Road n Victoria Al Truly Amzng
Yes Swtheart.I Can Feel Rmnce In D Air n Victoria Ride On Picturique Location Mkng Dis Trip Mre Spcl.
I Love Ur Surprse Darling.Same Date,Same Destinatn Aftr 25Yrs
Lets Relive Old Moment Once Agn On Our 2nd Honeymoon.

 

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Look – a carriage ride round the park! Can we darling?
You’ve spent enough today. That present for your mother, and then lunch…
But it’s our honeymoon. New York, once in a lifetime! Please?
Her voice falters as he turns away scowling. She hurries after, head down, lesson learned.
277 characters

 

Wonderful tales this week! Magical, whimsical, mysterious, romantic, heartbreaking and wild! I think that about sums it up.

This week…a twist. The photo below by MorningbirdPhoto at Pixabay.com features someone holding a stack of books. Now, you can write a tale about this book lover…or if you’re up for a challenge, pick one of the books and write your tale based on the title. And let’s take it up a notch if you’re really up for a challenge…choose several titles and incorporate them into your story! The possibilities are endless! I’ll see you at the roundup next week! 😊

Photo by MorningbirdPhoto at Pixabay.com

“Doctor in Rags”
I r’member first time I met Doc. He had this wild hair and raggedy clothes. My mom was real sick an we couldn’t afford no fancy doctor, but the neighbors said, “We’ll call Doc. He’ll fix her up.” He didn’t look like no doctor, but he did what they said. Mom called him her angel.
(280 Characters)

~kat


Enough

you are enough
extravagate in that thought
nothing is truer

~kat

For Colleen Chesebro’s Poetry Tuesday Challenge, prompt words: Plenty (enough) and Meander (extravagate).


Cockcrow – Friday’s Word of the Day

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Friday’s Word of the Day was Cockcrow. I know I am a bit behind, but I have had some technical difficulties of late (it’s a long story, but suffice to say the “apple” went dark yesterday). So back to the word cockcrow. It originated between 1350 and 1400 in Middle English and means “the time at which a cock characteristically crows; daybreak; dawn”.

Characteristically the definition says, but I happen to live nearby a very confused cock who crows at all times of the day. Poor fellow does not seem to know his sun from a street lamp or a full moon. By the time the sun actually does rise in the sky his lusty crow is reduces to a series of raspy, scratchy cackles. I feel sorry for the old bird. Be it dementia or just plain lunacy, I often wish he could find rest, while allowing the rest of us to do the same!

But I digress. What more is there to know about this fine word. Bible readers will be familiar with the story of Peter’s three denials by the cock’s crow, but did you know that there is a debate as to whether said cock truly existed at all, and if it did, some say it was most certainly not roosting just outside the temple to make its point but a symbolic reference to dawn. And then there are some scholars who believe cock crowing did not happen at all based on a close reference between the Hebrew words Gaver (which means rooster or cock) and Gawra (which means man) and their appearance in the ancient text. This theory goes on to explain that in 1st century Israel, there actually was a man who was charged with shouting, like a rooster, “All the priests prepare to sacrifice!”, “All the Levites to their stations!” and “All Israelites come to worship!” from the rooftop of the temple at dawn.

A continued search on google also reveals that there is The Great Cockcrow Railway near Chertsey, Surrey, UK. It is a 7-1/4 track that was built on the grounds of “Greywood: on the Burwood Park estate on Walton on Thames in 1946 by then resident, John Samual. Subsequent generations expanded on the layout and now offer excursions to visitors on Sundays May through October.

Cockcrow is also the name of a “medium bodied black beer that leads with an aroma of deep roastiness, dark chocolate and bright coffee.  Also with hints of roasted nuts and dark fruit” this American Stout is produced by Gunwhale Ales. The name, it seems, encourages some stout enthusiasts to have beer for breakfast!

At any rate, cockcrow is a fairly straightforward word. Simply, it means what it seems to mean. Here’s a haiku…Have a great weekend!

there is no sleeping
when a confused cock’s cockcrow
shrieks at 3 am

~kat


Finito…A Month With Yeats – Day 30

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“And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,”W.B. Yeats

 

Finito

When mercury in retrograde descends
all manner of calamities ensue
before my final poem could be “penned”
I dropped my fragile iPhone in the loo!
It’s glaring at me now, it’s apple face,
perpetually glowing like a fool.
That bloody thing is buried now in rice
what peaceful thoughts I might have had are doomed.
Oh, woe is me, for I am out of sorts.
It almost makes me want to grab a pen
and scribble in a notebook just for sport…
it takes me back, you know, rememb’ring when.

Perhaps I should be thanking mercury
for making me endure this misery.
Without my phone intact I finally see
that I don’t need it to write poetry.

(but I do hope the rice works and my phone comes back to me)

~kat

Not the poem I had envisioned for my final poem this month-long challenge. I write most everything on my iphone…well, except this little rant. I suppose it’s a good way to end the month. Sometimes I take my poetry and my writing too seriously. This definitely put it into perspective for me. My head is full of words. I just need to scribble them down. That is the important thing. Thanks Jane Dougherty for this “Month with Yeats”.


Strong Heart – A Haiku

a resolute heart…
determined, but not heartless
conviction takes heart

~kat

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Strong (resolute) & Heart.