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Twittering Tales #42 – 25 July 2017

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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!

Twittering Tale #41 – The Round-Up

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From Reena at ReInventions:
He hoped for a “Coffee, tea or me?” moment. Luck favored him, and he spotted a bar on the left. “Let’s stop for a shot of vodka”, said she.
(139 characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan – Guerrilla Marketing
Greg was a fine father, a great cook and always made the guys on the bowling team howl with glee, but he was also hogging the middle lane, so he was ultimately an asshole!
138 Characters

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes a Haibun HERE, and a Twittering Tale:
It felt like November. She kept her distance out of habit not really caring. She was leaving and from now on it would always be November.
137 Characters

From Leena at Through my Heart Web – Soul Connection:
Climate Was Beautiful.Cool Breeze, Soothing Raindrops.Evrythng Pleasent.Still If Mind Is Occupied With Problems Nothing Excites Heart n Eyes.

From Hayley at The Story Files, a nice bit of flash fiction you can read HERE.

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
“Damned rain!”
“I think it’s beautiful.”
“You do?”
“Absolutely. It washes away the stench, the rot, the bad. It feels like starting anew.”
(135 characters)

From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day (Follow the Link to find a link to the song that inspired Sandi’s Tweet:
There are times when a song just says it best!
Those windshield wipers slappin’ out a tempo,
Keepin’ perfect rhythm with the song on the radio
140 Characters

From Bobby at BobFairfield:
Well! the only good thing I can say for this downpour is, it should start to wash away the radiation before news of the leak gets out.
134 characters.

From Di at Pensitivity101:
Idiot.
Going too fast in bad conditions.
Hanging back, she watched as the lorry shredded a tyre and started to skid.
(114 characters)

From Sight11 at Journey, a Senryu:
Travellers explore
Transitory rests, Convene
Subsequently… Death. 

From Crow at Words and Feathers:
The storm slowed traffic to a crawl, making it easy to tail the rig hauling stolen corpses.
But when the doors opened from the inside…

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Hate driving in rain.
Trucks, cars, spray, visibility limited.
Keep left, don’t stray,
puddles I might drown in if not careful.
Barriers? Help!

From Tricia at Oh God, Now What?! – Click the link to listen to the drum beats that inspired Tricia’s tale:
Stacatto
Percussion on the shield
Wind crashed drops
Smashing on the high-hat
Slap tap on tires round
Skin on conga
Passing storm
Sheila E.

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
The rain was pouring sheets, she could hardly see the traffic ahead. In an instant, blinding light and blue skies. “Welcome, new angel.”

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Rain, rain go away
Come again another day
When I don’t have to drive all day
On the freakin’ freeway!

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
Shine or rain,
There is no gain,
Albeit some pain,
Moving on in thy game,
Brings deserved fame,
In the echelons of history etched be your name.
138 characters

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:
Always same nightmare. 
Driving through rainstorm on freeway. 
Sudden realization. 
Don’t know how to drive . . .   
(120 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Splish, splosh, swish swash, windscreen wipers dance from side to side. Rain pouring blades scoring clearing the driver’s view. Drip a drop.

From Rules640 at Life at 17:
“Why don’t you stop the car? It’s raining cats and dogs, I guess one lesson wasn’t enough for you….”  
He looked at her, “That’s the whole point, right, we can’t die twice…”
(126 characters)

From Barbara at Teleporting Weena:
Emergency!
This urgent notice from Toyland Central…
Child has turned water hose onto toy cars!
Evacuate immediately!
character count = 115

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
It had taken years, but I was ready to go back. A watery shaft of sunlight brightened the sky. The clouds were clearing. Better days ahead.
(139 characters)

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflections:
For once he was thankful for the heavy rain and the traffic snarl. It meant spending more time with his girlfriend during the drive!
Letter count : 133

From Stacy at Warning the Stars:
Mid-summer solstice spun her anger, in a whiplash of sky-tears and tree leaves, across city highway buildings and windshields hot of road grit.  
(144 characters)

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
“Damn, this storm’s getting heavy!”
“Drive carefully, mommy”
“Hope we reach our destination than be like in ‘The Final Destination’”
“MOM!”

From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words:
The life in front is hazed like the glass…wipers are not helping…but, we need to move on…have to just drive on…just to move on…
(137 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
The swish of the blades, vision that fades,
relentless and squeaky, makes me feel peaky
braking and curses. 
Smash, crash.
Thank God for nurses!
(140 characters)

From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
The sign ahead read,”reach in one piece, not in pieces”.
My family’s smiling photo on dashboard stared at me.
I slowed down.
124 characters.

And…starting us off, my tweet:
“Hi…I’m gonna be late…traffic…and this damn storm…”
“They’re here. Got ’em some coffee…and…”
“Good. Tell them I’m…oh shit!”
(135 Characters)

What a great variety of twittering tales we had this week! Twisted nursery rhymes, several music-inspired offerings, accidents, ghosts, zombies, nightmares, and on the other end of the spectrum, inspiration, romance, portraits in human nature and a reference to Mother Nature herself! Thank you so much for playing along this week!

A side note about the challenge and the Round-up. For space’s sake, I re-post everyone’s twitter-sized tale in full each week, but some of you are inspired by the photo, expanding your offering into a longer piece (longer than 140 characters). I love reading your poetry and prose and will post a link here so everyone else can read it too. So if your pen urges you to write on, please follow your muse. The most important thing is that you are writing and having fun!

Now, I must admit some of your darker tales inspired me. For this week’s prompt I’ve rustled up a photo I took while visiting Savannah, GA. Savannah’s popular attractions include a variety of “Haunted Savannah” tours. Of course, I had to check it out! It was great fun, and I believe I might have captured a few other-worldly spirits with my camera. Along the tour we passed by “The Marshall House“. Today it is a luxury hotel with well-appointed rooms, but during the Civil War it was used as a hospital. In fact, during its renovation, human remains were found in the basement. The Marshall House is said to be the most haunted hotel in the United States. Ghost sightings, poltergeist activity, rattling doors and strange sounds are among the amenities of this historic place, along with complimentary wine and cheese in the library, free wi-fi, the use of two robes, private-label toiletries and bottled water for guests during their stay. Your typical 4-star hotel. But would you, if you could, stay a night here? Many people do…and they have stories to tell! See if you can conjure up a story of your own. And I’ll see you next week at the roundup! Have fun!

Twittering Tales #42 – 25 July 2017

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The Marshall House in Savannah, Georgia – Photo by Kat Myrman

She is brick and mortar,
lavish and luxurious,
host to travelers
young and old,
but in her belly
growls a legion,
lost dark souls
forever bound.

~kat
(137 Characters)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 July 2017


Grief likes to sneak up on us when we least expect it. Or at least that’s what we tell ourselves when it taps us on the shoulder to remind us it’s still hanging around. Whatever the loss, there are consequences for having cared about someone or something.

Some of us try to outsmart this inevitable reality of life. We detach from anything that might cause us pain.

But, we lose things every day. Ask me how many times I’ve lost my car keys in the past year…more than a few! We may lose an opportunity, our place in line at the grocery store, because we forgot to grab peanut butter when we were on aisle 5, or we might lose our way when the gps isn’t working and tells us to turn right…right into a corn field. We may even lose our marbles…well…maybe that last one is for another discussion…though I do remember how distressed I was at age 5 or 6 when I lost my prized blue cat’s eye beauty…

But of course, these not the types of loss I am referring to. In order to grieve it is required to have loved. I am certain that life would not be worth living if not for love. And there’s the rub.

What do we do when we love, but the object of that love leaves us? What do we do with the “maybe if’s”, the “wonder why’s”, the “if only’s”, the remorse we feel if we never had the chance to say goodbye…and the anger. What do we do with that?

We always think we need closure, but closure is not a cure for grief. There is no closure when we have fully loved. There is only figuring out what to do with that love when there’s nowhere to put it and no one to receive it. That’s grief.

But it doesn’t answer my question. What do we do? Especially if we believe a life without love is a life not worth living. Do we stop living? That’s a bit drastic, but sadly it is what some of us choose to do.

Now I am speaking from experience. I’ve been grieving of late and this is what I’ve learned. Just because the person or thing you lost isn’t here anymore does not mean you stopped loving them. (Read that last line again. Do you see it? You are still loving.)

When I find myself engulfed by waves of grief, I remember how fortunate I am. I acknowledge the fact that I have the capacity for a love so deep and wide that it hurts. Sure I miss the object of my affection, but oh how grand it was to have loved them. In fact, I love them still. That’s precisely why I am grieving…for love’s sake.

Finally, here’s the thing. Though it may sound a bit pie-in-the-sky delusional (I admit it); all this grateful, positive self-talk I’m gushing, there is one more thing I do when grief catches me by surprise. I let go and have a good cry. Sometimes I even rant and scream and get mad. And that’s okay. I let the pain wash over me. Then I remind myself why it hurts so much. Love. It’s worth it you know. Love is always worth living for.

Peace and Love everyone! Yes Love, with a capital L! “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 July 2017

baring her raw sweetness
…oh shit!
dancing with death, like lovers,
roots never mingling,
wishes fade like ash…
so get me that beer
al desko gourmets
echo from her pearl pink pith
withering on the vine
rhapsody in muted blue
then let me be
to offer sweet
relief from
summer’s bitter
stillness

~kat

A shi sai or 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 shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Pink Shells – A Haiku

songs of the conch shell
echo from her pearl pink pith
ocean rhapsody

~kat

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Pink & Shell. Original photo by merkure at Pixabay.com, digitally enhanced by Kat Myrman.


Al Desko – Friday’s Word of the Day Haibun

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Today’s Dictionary.com word of the day…Al Desko…is patterned after al fresco and was first used in the 1980’s. Its facetious meaning alludes to eating a meal at one’s desk in an office: always snacking al desko; having an al desko lunch.

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Here’s a look at my al desko lunch today, as a matter of fact. It’s not much different any other week day, though the menu changes slightly. I get 30 minutes of unpaid time for lunch. But most days, the lunch hour is exactly the time when my boss needs me to write notes from the morning’s meetings or prepare presentations for the afternoon meetings. It is a rare thing for me to even leave me desk in the course of an 8-1/2 to 9 hour day; rarer still to actually finish my soup while it is still warm. But today is a good day. The boss is flying as I type somewhere over the Rockies, so I am enjoying an uninterrupted break.

We are work-a-holics here in the US. The sad truth is we are encouraged to work long hours, and do, with the hopes of gaining the boss’s attention. Positive notice is what it takes to ace an evaluation which translates into a favorable raise, not the minimum pittance required for breathing, and positions one for future opportunities as a person who “works hard and gets the job done”. Sadly, though loyalty is a thing oft cited in great reviews, companies are loath to return the favor.

I’m exhausted just thinking about it. And yet I acquiesce to”the man” hoping that I might one day be able to afford to retire. It is highly unlikely that I ever will, but I like saying the word retire and thinking that I might have a shot at it. Especially now that I’ve passed the 60’s mark.

I’m sorry. I’m afraid I have digressed a bit. The word of the day al desko has nothing to do with retiring. But here I sit, eating my healthy store-bought soup, heated in the office breakroom, with my little bag of goldfish and a cup of ice water. Dining al desko, catching up on Facebook and WordPress. Checking the news and the weather; glad that I brought my umbrella in from my car this morning. It’s going to rain this afternoon.

I’ll leave this desk around 5:30 or so, squinting as I emerge from the building at seeing the light of day outside for the first time in hours. A quick 15-20 minute trip in traffic will deposit me home where I will feed my pets, grab a bit of grub myself and then settle in for the night. All to start again at 6 am next morning when I will get up…feed the pets…and pack another al desko lunch to tide me over mid-day.

I’m shaking my head as I read this back to myself. I really do need to step away from my desk at least once during the day. It occurs to me…I need a life! 😉 At least I have words and writing to sooth the lunacy. Blogging has saved me. 🙂

Have a great week. Step away from the keyboard every now and again. You deserve it. (I say this, hoping that I’ll remember to take my own advice!)

work-a-holics dine
on bagged lunches and take-out
al desko gourmets

~kat


Dark Nights


on dark nights of soul
stars are deaf to hopeful pleas
wishes fade like ash

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word “Dark”.