
only fools find joy
in the chagrin of others…
karma remembers
kat – 5 April 2017
A Haiku proverb of sorts for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge based on the prompt words: Chagrin & Joy.

only fools find joy
in the chagrin of others…
karma remembers
kat – 5 April 2017
A Haiku proverb of sorts for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge based on the prompt words: Chagrin & Joy.

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.
If you accept the challenge, 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 us a new prompt.
Have Fun!

Drone – Photo From Pixabay.com
Sounds Of War
The gun replaced the toy in his hand when a drone entered his town. His innocence faded when violence arose with the droning sounds of war.
(Character Count:139)
Zoom! It flew past, Am I being filmed? The tigress gave a resounding roar and struck an elegant pose.
124 characters
From Michael at Morpethroad
My neighbour sunbaked nude
For many years in complete privacy.
My drone flies over, hovers, then swivels
sending images to make my eyes pop.
(137 Characters)
From susmitamukherjee at Uniqueses
Treasure hunt
His drone zoomed near old Miss Maple’s window where she was found cautiously taking out the contents of her casket. “Oh! jolly,” cried he.
(140 characters)
From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes
Twitterer shrieked a last visual mayday message before Eagle’s talons crunched through its body & dropped the mangled machine in disgust.
(137 Characters)
From Di at Pensitivity101
Is it a bird or a plane? the mixed flock asked.
Absolutely no idea, Said Owl.
But that flat top makes great target practice!
(122 characters)
What did you see…I asked. Cuckoo…she scrawl. I sigh. Neither you’re blind nor am mute…she scribbled on my palm. The drone again flew.
(139 Characters)
From Martin at Martin Cororan
“We can confirm that the suspect was neutralized in a drone strike. The drone sent compromising photos to his wife and she emasculated him.”
(140 characters)
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Translated
Come in mother ship,
Got you drone.
We’ve got less than a 100 year before the next mass extinction, then were moving in, for now lets go home.
140 characters
From Reena at ReInventions
Gone are the days, when actors hung from helicopters, with songs to capture the attention of their love. You are being stalked, darling….
(137 characters)
From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less
He was never invited to parties as he tended to drone on and on about nothing interesting. So, he went via his drone spy camera.
(128 Characters)
From Kirst at Kirst Writes
Growing the hedge hadn’t worked. Folks were still spying on him. Why were they so interested? He aimed his best assault rifle at the drone.
(140 characters)
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger
The excited boys launched their school project drone. Seconds after the video came in, they realized their error in camera placement. DOH!
(138 Characters)
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings
The skies were full of hero’s! Prices from £150 up to well over £3,000. Not quite like during the blitz though! They were real heroes.
(136 characters)
From Francine at Woman Walking Max
Church Brothers agree: our flock has strayed, they have lost the path. Duty calls us to gather them into the fold. We need data
(100 characters)
and mine…
After the coup each person was assigned a tracking drone. Privacy was a novel concept from the past, hidden in the footnotes of history.
(131 Characters)

“Boats” from Pixabay.com
“Hey. Hope you haven’t been waiting long,” he lied. He was late, hoping she’d get mad and leave, allowing him to do this by text. No such luck.
Darla turned around when she heard his voice. She had been crying. “There you are,” she sniffled.
“I’m sorry I was late. Darla, we need to talk.”
“We do John. I’ve been sitting here wondering how I was going to tell you this. But you go first,” she looked at him through tear stained eyes.
“No. You go ahead.” Maybe she realized it too, John hoped. Then he wouldn’t have to be the bad guy.
Darla sighed, “I’m pregnant John. We’re going to have a baby.”
kat – 31 March 2017
(164 Words)
For Sunday Photo Fiction based on his photo prompt by Jules Paige.

photo by Caleb Woods via Unsplash
Charlie spent months researching, attending conferences, test driving models, doing side-by-side feature comparisons and saving extra cash, a lot of it, until he settled on the perfect drone.
On the day of her maiden voyage, Natasha (Charlie liked to name things) was magnificent to behold hovering in the wild blue sky, dipping, weaving, soaring, with Charlie at the controls orchestrating her every move until a gust of wind tossed her just out of radio contact range.
Charlie felt the hiccup first in his fingers, like a skipped heartbeat, the empty disconnect that plunged him into despair and poor Natasha into the middle of a nearby lake where she sunk and settled into the ooze, never to be seen again.
~kat – 30 March 2017
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo prompt by Caleb Woods via Upsplash.

spring-infused dewdrops
summon seeds from muddy crypts
fresh from Gaia’s heart
~kat – 28 March 2017
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words “spring” and “fresh”.