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Twittering Tale #90 – Pick a Card – 26 June 2018

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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. 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.


Before we head into this week’s roundup…a throwback to the previous week. This entry from Kirst at KirstWrites, #20 of her continuing twitter tale saga. There are links to the other installments from this one…Haunted Coast Part XX:

The phone’s rectangle of light burned against my eyes in the darkness. I exhaled slowly. There was nothing in the shadows. I was alone. Maybe that was the scariest thing of all.
I awoke, hours later, to warm sunshine. A dreamcatcher, not there last night, swayed at the window.
(276 characters)

Twittering Tales #89 – The Roundup

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Photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

“What kind of bird do you think it was?”
“Whatever it was, it was huge! Look at the size of that shell. It’s big as a football!”
“Maybe it wasn’t a bird?!”
“Stop!!! You’re creeping me out.”
“Well, don’t look behind us then. I think I just figured out what was inside!”
(268 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
4-D
Mughal miniatures, demon faces, architectural models, eggheads on pillows – he had innovated in every egg he sculpted.
“Dad, why is it lying outside in the grass?”
“This is a step beyond 3D. I await deposits from nature, before I paint a chicken head popping out of the piece.”
(275 characters)

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Was That Real?
Evry1 Studyng Shell In Confusion
“Whch Bird Egg U Think.Its Big To Be Of Tht Bird,No Dats Small,I Think…”
Dscsions Ws In Full Swing Whn Voice Frm Behind Startled Dem,”Excuse Me,Tht Belng 2Me”
Evry1 Turnd Back In Shock
Sml Bird Wlkd Past Dem,Tk Shell n Murmurd,”Need 2Chnge Addrs Nw”

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The hatchling had hatched but was nowhere to be found.
It looked like nature at its cruellest.
The struggle to be born and to survive.
Away on a nearby tree sat a bird looking very satisfied with itself.
I took aim, I fired, I missed, but I took the smug look off its beak.
(269 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Eggshells
“You scouts police the area and pick up your trash. We don’t want any crap left behind,” the scoutmaster said.
Before leaving the campsite, he looked around and saw an eggshell in the grass. “What’s this?”
“An eggshell,” a scout said.
“I know that. Who left it?”
“The baby bird?”
(175 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
“Oh! She has dropped an egg, humm! Look there is some yolk left, must have that. She is not around. Oh! Yum that was really good.”
“Ruby”, where’s that dog. “You’ve eaten that egg in the garden! Yes you did, I know you did . Who’s a bad girl Ruby, well?”
“The cat next door mum? “
(278 Characters)

From The Dark Netizen:
Egg
As it landed, the meteor created a huge shockwave, which leveled an entire town.
The military was dispatched to investigate and help in the rescue of civilians. They disappeared soon after. Their last message:
“The meteor seems like some kind of egg, and it is cracking open…
Character Count: 278

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Scrambled
Egg:
I feel a deep sense of alienation, angry at having to answer that damn question all the time.
Analyst: How long have you felt that?
Egg: Since being in…Chicken or egg, egg or chicken? It’s like the Ouroboros, endless, eternal and unknowable. Help me!

(Breaks out of egg)
(278 characters)

From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
THE ACME
The egg-shaped shell, meant for her safety was strong, yet suffocating. She struggled and succeeded in breaking it, thus reborn – ready to rule the world with grace and élan! Life begins when you break your shell and venture beyond your comfort zone.
Character Count: 258

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Egg
The egg shell lay abandoned on the grass. I wondered if the baby bird had survived. I hoped it was and safe in a nest somewhere. The likelihood was that some animal had snatched the egg and eaten it. I walked away, never knowing the answer.

From Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
The Predator
The baby broke the shell and slipped out. The tiny mucus-covered body struggled a bit before wriggling towards its mother whose sleek frame was swiftly slithering in a zigzag pattern through the wet grass. Oblivious to the impending danger, a frog was resting by the poolside.
276 Characters

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
What Was It?
I was watching over the egg for many days that I found in my garden. One evening coming back from work, I saw it cracked. I looked around but found no bird. That night I heard some weird sounds coming from my backyard. Now, was it a bird or some other creature?  Sleep eluded me!
Letter count 279

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Housing Expo
Welcome to this futuristic Home Solutions Expo. We think outside the box.
Here’s our latest design – The Egg-Pod. Perfectly engineered, no hard edges, strong yet light.
Unfortunately the designer had to leave suddenly, broke the door as they left!

Danger at Dawn
The sight of the broken giant egg-shell paralyzed me with fear.
I looked left & right, even behind me, but the predator had disappeared.
Sighing in relief, I moved on, when suddenly, he swooped down on me from above and grabbed me.
The early bird had caught the worm yet again.
278 characters

From Deepa at  SyncWithDeep:
A Silent Cry
a brutal act
breaking the egg

that will never see the day
abortion….
a silent cry…

From Deb at Twenty Four:
With a steady hand she pierced the shell and then used the tube to extract the contents, placing the fluid in a jar on her work bench.
Some thought her insane, but they were imbeciles … her cheesecake was phenomenal
What did it matter if she used snake’s eggs instead of chickens.
(280 characters)

From Teresa at the The Haunted Wordsmith:
What Was Inside?

“Mama, I found an egg,” Julie squealed. “What kind of bird is it?” Her mother looked at the egg and surrounding grass for hints. In the tall grass, she found the dead bird covered in ants. “Oh my,” her mother said, hugging Julie. “You found a magic fairy egg!” Julie’s eyes lit up.
279-characters

One thing I learned from your tales this week…an empty egg is a mystery. It encompasses a range of emotions, it can be a forboding omen, it can be a remnant of something innocent or something sinister. As always, everyone met the challenge brilliantly. Thank you so much for joining in last week.

This week, a pile of Tarot cards is your inspiration in this photo by AlbanyColley @ Pixabay.com. I call this challenge Pick a Card. And you can certainly do that. Pick one card and write about it. What is your chosen card telling you? Or did you pick it because you are hoping for something? On the other hand, you could tell the tale of how or why these cards came to be tossed in a pile. Maybe there is a story about the seeker or the seer that needs to be told. Whatever the tale, have fun. Craft your story in 280 characters or less. And we’ll see you at the Roundup next week. It’s in the cards! 🙂


Twittering Tale #90 – Pick a Card

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Photo by AlbanyColley at Pixabay.com

The cards never failed the seekers who came to her for the Oracle’s message. Tonight, she needed a sign. But each card she turned bore the same ominous message. Frustrated, she tossed all the cards on the table. There he was glaring at her once more. Death coming to call.

(272 Characters)

~kat


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 June 2018

It’s a new day and with it, a new opportunity to leave a positive impact in the tiny space you inhabit here. As so many are, this past week was a roller coaster of emotional drama playing out on the world stage. People in the U.S. are beginning to wake up to the atrocities and lies being perpetrated by our government. Being woke is a good thing, of course, but with it comes responsibility and frustration too.

It can feel as if the solutions to our problems are too big or impossible to solve. Of course this can lead to feelings of hopelessness. But we can counter those feelings with tiny acts of good right where we are at. It may not feel like we’re doing enough, but I can tell you, it is more than enough when added to the tiny acts of others who fight the urge to give up and let their own little light shine.

As for me…this week, when faced with the horrible situation at my county’s southern border I did my little part. I wrote about it, contacted my congressmen, contributed to an organization devoted to reuniting families…and, while I hadn’t planned it, found myself presented with an opportunity to save a life. Here is the little life that presented herself to me …

In her short life this little soul has suffered so much. She was dumped at a “kill shelter” (that’s an oxymoron if I ever saw one…) with her three puppies. Yes, at one year of age she had already had puppies, while a puppy herself. A rescue group saved them and contacted us with a request…”would you consider adopting this little girl?”

This week, when all my little actions felt like they were not enough, it was as if the universe was letting me in on a very big secret. As big and as powerful as the ocean is, it is made of tiny drops of water, the earth is made of specks of dust and a blizzard, millions of snowflakes. And sometimes, sometimes, the tiniest thing can make a huge impact.

How could I say no when this little opportunity arrived. Granted I am not changing the world and all its ills, but I did save a life this week. Her name is Gabriel, Gabby for short. Named for an archangel who just happens to be a patron for children and mothers, and writers, communicators and artists (I discovered this AFTER we named her…synchronicity at work? I love it!). Perfection. She is the angel that helped me see that doing what we can, where we are, no matter how small, is more than enough.

Have a great week. Do what you can to make your corner of world brighter, better. If we all do our tiny part, we will overcome the darkness by letting our little lights shine!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 June 2018

when walls aren’t talking
all it takes is people
so alive…
don’t look behind
i have watched you
when innocence roars
where are the babies
gloaming in the wings
routine ‘midst chaos
righteous cries of the innocent
submerged in pellucid pools
heaven’s tears

~kat


Pellucid – Friday’s Word of the Day

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Today’s word of the day at Dictionary.com, pellucid, is about as straightforward as words can be…perfectly clear in meaning…in other words, pellucid. A Latin word that entered the English language in the 17th century, pellucid finds its root in the adjective pellūcidus (the usual Latin spelling is perlūcidus) meaning “very clear, transparent.”  The Latin adjective lūcidus is thoroughly naturalized in English lucid, but the Latin prefix and preposition per- is adds intensity to the Latin root of the English word lucid (lūcidusis). Some examples of the prefex, “per” include: perbonus “very good, excellent,” perbrevis “very short,” perbene “very well,” perbellē “very charmingly,” and percelebrāre “to make thoroughly known.”  The Greek prefix and preposition perí serves the same purpose, as in Periklês (c 495-429 b.c.), the Athenian statesman, from the adjective perikleês “very famous.” It is defined as allowing the maximum passage of light, as glass; translucent; clear or limpid: pellucid waters.; clear in meaning, expression, or style: a pellucid way of writing.

So as I said, today’s word is very clear, very pellucid. I found a few references a la Google to this word. There is an eye disorder called Pellucid Marginal Degeneration (PMD) which is a bilateral (both eyes), non-inflammatory corneal disease characterized by severe inferior crescent shaped thinning. There are also a several businesses that use Pellucid in their name. Pellucid Analytics that provides” technologies to improve investment banker workflows.” Pellucid Water is a company that has developed cold plasma technology to treat water without creating secondary waste. Their process, they claim is a cost efficient alternative to multi-process systems currently being used. Pellucid water sounds like a wonderful thing. And there is a company that sells pellucid sound systems…also a wonderful use of the word. And finally, I found an instrumental piece by callasoiled (posted by Elegant Sister) called Pellucid Light. Here’s a link in case you want to have a listen:

Clearly, pellucidly (is that a word? Yes, in fact it is 😊) we are still using this 17th century word in our everyday vernacular. Though I had never heard it before today’s word of the day prompting. Had you? That’s why I do love this exercise (though, admittedly, I had taken a break from it for a few weeks). If this is a new word for you too, I hope you will find ways to insert it into your everyday discourse, as I do here in my haiku for the word of today…pellucid.

Have a great weekend.

I gaze at my feet
submerged in pellucid pools
fish nibbling my toes

~kat


Daily Lune #21

where are the babies
and the girls
in shame, they’re hidden

~kat

I’m sorry…well, not sorry…I cannot let this go. I feel I must continue to “scream” for justice in whatever way that I can. For the children. For the parents who have been terrorized by our government after fleeing terror in their own country.

It has been said, this is not who we are…I have said it…but the truth is, this is very much who we are and have always been since we came to these shores. Our dark nature revealed itself when we stole this country from Native peoples, when we enslaved Africans, when we subjugated women, denying them rights to property and the vote, when we refused entry to Jews fleeing persecution (read your history… Roosevelt only caved after 14 months of rejecting refugees, when the political pressure became too great), when we interred Japanese American families in concentration camps, when we segregated and designated our schools and other common areas, “whites only”, when we abandoned victims of natural disasters in places like the gulf coast after Katrina and our fellow citizens in Puerto Rico, when we deemed the rights of the NRA and its members more valuable then the lives of our children, and most recently, when we create “unaccompanied minor” status for children that we have ripped from their parents who are simply, lawfully requesting asylum. We would rather believe lies than face the truth. This is who we are. I am ashamed. I am brokenhearted. I know we can do better. Yet, I am at a loss to understand why so many of us are not trying.

 


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 June 2018

I realized that I started two of my magnetic poems this week with the phrase “there is no sanctuary”. It was completely accidental, or perhaps it was subliminal. I think it was most likely the latter. I have felt helpless against the recent atrocities perpetrated by my government on innocent people in my name as an American, and now most egregiously in the name of God as well. We are learning more and more about the Trump/Sessions’ “Zero Tolerance” agenda for those crossing our southern borders; the horrors experienced by families seeking asylum in the U.S.; children being ripped from their parents’ arms and shipped to holding facilities, some even lost in the system. A system that uses intimidation and fear to dissuade people from coming here. And now we have a president who is using these innocent children as ransom for his ludicrous border wall.

To be honest, I don’t know what to do. I made a contribution to a legal defense group who is working to reunify families at our southern border. I’ve contacted my senators and congressman. I’ve voiced my concern in poetry, and by linking to help organizations on social media. But I still feel helpless.

And the thing that disturbs me the most is the continued complicity, even support for this president and his ilk from so-called christians who put these monsters in office in the first place. How can they still support an agenda that serves the rich with massive tax cuts that most of us will never see; an agenda that is intent on destroying health care for all, most especially the poor, the sick (in the repeal of pre-existing conditions coverage), and the elderly; an agenda that would like nothing more than to cut off all “entitlement programs” to pay for the massive tax breaks bestowed upon the rich; an agenda that has no respect for the care of our environment, seeing only profit in selling off our precious natural resources to the highest bidder; an agenda that cares more about supporting the gun lobby and its small base of gun enthusiasts, than for the children and others who die from gun violence in increasingly alarming numbers; an agenda that disrespects our international allies while schmoozing with dictators and terrorists…sadly, I could go on, but I won’t. It is too, too much.

But I also refuse to be silent anymore. Fair warning to you Trumpsters. Don’t tell me “all” politicians lie, don’t tell me Hilary would’ve been worse (she lost, we’ve gotten over it…it’s time for you to get over it too), don’t tell me Obama was the worst president in history; dont tell me the Russia investigation is a sham and a witch hunt (20 indictments does not a baseless witch hunt make); don’t tell me christians are being persecuted and that you need laws to protect your rights; don’t tell me it’s good that we are now putting America first. That is not who we are. It has never been who we are. And please for the love of all that is right and good and true, stop using your god to justify your hate, misogyny, prejudice, racism, and privilege. While I may have tempered my angst and outcry the past few years to play nice with you…I’m over it. Stop your whining and suggestion that I should give Trump a chance. I am declaring a “no tolerance” policy on your bullshit. Your actions have put evil in charge and your ignorance and complicity keep them there. It’s time for you to own it.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 June 2018

in simplicity
never ending rain
nightmares fading to dust
there is no sanctuary
eyes deep as pools
greet the dawn,
power feeds on souls
yet we save for eulogies,
midst a tyrant’s oppression
burdens we carry
to be livable
we have lost our souls
when god was love
heavy with tears

~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.