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Twittering Tales #85 – 22 May 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.


Twittering Tales #84 – The Roundup

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photo by malmanxg at unsplash

Starting us off:

Sylvia peered in the darkness. “Where am I? I know! I must’ve dozed off. Where is everybody? Hello?”
She found the exit door, pushing it open. WHOOSH!
“So bright! What is that? A UFO?!” She turned to rush back in. Too late. The door closed…CLICK!
“Sylvia! Wake up! Movie’s over.”
(278 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
The End
Shucks… the dreaded nightmare of an empty auditorium….
This is what he had feared all his life.
It was the funeral of a well-known politician, with only a few policemen impatiently looking at their watches. He had forged lucrative links with terrorists in his last unglorious years.
(280 characters)

From Deepa at  Sync with Deep:
Knifepoint
Jane’s eyes are glued to the screen.
Her boyfriend’s arm rubs her breast as he reaches for the nachos. She wiggles in her seat.
He emits a piercing cry. His pupils move from side to side signalling Jane.
Sitting at the back with a hooded top, Jane’s hubby gives a wicked smile 🙂 🙂 🙂
(278 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Rotten Tomatoes
“Are you sure this is the right theater?”
Stan looked at the tickets. “Yes, we’re in the right place.”
“Are we that early?”
“No, we’re right on time.”
“So where is everyone?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did this movie get decent reviews?”
“It got a 12 on Rotten Tomatoes.”
“That explains it all.”
(277 characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
Gallows Humour
In the final moments there was doubt. He steeled himself. Life had been a chore and Rachel wasn’t coming back. This wasn’t even a unique place to jump.
On the way down a tiny light came on: Exit.
Who would ever see such a thing unless in freefall?
‘Huh, that’s pretty fun…’

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Wake up Little Suzie.
This is how Suzie loved the cinema, quite clean and empty. No mess, no smells, no people. She’d hoovered and removed the leftovers and unmentionables! She settled in the comfy leather seat put her feet up and closed her eyes. It was better than going home no one here to hit her.
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
He was adorable in the dark.
His voice melted my every inhibition,
The touch of his hand was stimulating.
Who cared what the orchestra was playing.
I sat beside the love of my life.
Interval arrived and the lights came up.
There was my apple blossom transformed into Mr Crabapple.
(274 characters)

From D. Avery at ShiftNShake:
Showing
Traffic could be thick in this weather, getting around taking longer than usual. He would give her the benefit of the doubt.

And, actually, she had probably misunderstood the time, thought their date was for the next movie. Yes, that was it.
He would continue to wait.
276 Characters

From Masercot at Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes
For Sale:  Tickets to Waiting for Godot.  Orchestra seats.  Make offer.

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Sunrise
I embraced the dark, cold theater. Feeling secure despite many people nearby. Tampering down excitement, the pictures came to life, real but yet not real; moving and talking in full colour. Then, I saw the sun rise in all her glory for the first time in a hundred and twenty years.

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Fan
“I’m such a big fan of yours”
“Pleased to hear that. You want me to sign that?”
“Thank you. I loved you in The Seventh Seal”
“Nice to hear”
” If you don’t mind me asking, what’s it like being, Death?”
“Great. Flexible hours and good pension. Here’s my card, see me tomorrow.”
“Thanks!”
(279 characters)

From Deb at Twenty-Four:
He’d thought it would be cool – hiring the whole cinema out … but he was realising that things weren’t that fun when you were alone.
In silence he stared at the exit sign, it was the most interesting thing about this whole stupid escapade.
Maybe he’d head back to school.
(271 characters)

From Indhu at Always:
The First Separation
She sat alone in the theatre, thinking about the most magical day of her life. She could not recall a scene from the movie they saw, for she was too elated! It felt like a beautiful dream.
46 years back, he proposed her right in this row.
“It’s time for the funeral” said her son.
<279 characters>

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Dreams
My favourite place on earth, the Purple Velvet Cinema, palace of dreams. My favourite film Titanic. I’m Rose Dewitt, you’re Jack Dawson.
…” We shall be together for eternity Jack…Rose never let me go…”
Whoa  icy waves, deafening crash, I’m sinking…Get me out of here ! It’s a bad dream, a dreadful dream.. aaaaaaaah !

From Kirst at KirstWrites:
First date? And last! Such a weirdo!
Cinema was deserted except for us! I panicked when I saw those empty seats, and his creepy smile. Gave him a good kick you know where, then ran!
Weird cinema too. As I left I saw a string quartet arriving, and the usherette with some red roses.
(280 characters)


It’s amazing what an empty theatre will conjure up. Thanks to all who gave last week’s Twittering Tale challenge a go of it.

This week is about an old house on the waterfront. If its walls could talk, what tales would they tell you? Have fun weaving your 280 character (or less) tale inspired by this photo by Tama66 at Pixabay.com! See you next week at the roundup!

Twittering Tale #85 – 22 May 2018

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Photo by Tama66 at Pixabay.com.

Mistress Possessed

Her once pristine facade had faded in the brackish air, but the elements didn’t bother her. It was those vile humans she couldn’t abide. They were loud, destructive; pelting her walls with nails, stinking up her halls with smoke. This new hoard wouldn’t last long. They never did.
(280 Characters)

~kat


Twittering Tales #84 – 15 May 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.


First things first. We had a late entry from the previous week’s prompt, “The Doors”, from Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
The Rehearsal
Today’s rehearsal is for stage directions.
Romeo enter door 4, Juliet you through door 7 quick kiss exit door 1.
Mercutio enter door 5 call for Romeo, exit door 2.
Juliet poisoned collapse in front of door 2,  Romeo stabbed stagger & fall next to Juliet
Nurse & Mercutio enter door 3 & weep.
All clear now ? It’ll be fine on the night!


Twittering Tales #83 – The Roundup

 

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Photo by Fabio Santaniello Bruun at Unsplash.com

Starting us off…
Lost Soul
Madge got off the bus. She knew the way home on Elm St. but Elm St. was closed. The street sounds blared louder, louder.
The road crew noticed her pacing, repeating, “Elm St. Elm St.” and called police.
Poor Madge was escorted safely home, but she couldn’t recall how she got there.
280 Characters

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Working
Were they digging to the center of the earth? I didn’t know but I just wanted to sleep. The sounds of the drilling vibrated everything, so there was no way to block the noise out. I looked up hotels and moved out for the weekend. Peace at last!

 

From Michael at Morpethroad:
We’d picked the best place with our taste buds bubbling.
So much expectation, we knew our order.
But in front was our dream in ashes.
Smouldering before our eyes, the chicken, the beef, the special lamb.
We couldn’t believe our eyes, our stomachs cried.
We went next door to Maccas.
(277 characters)

 

From Reena at ReInventions:
Gratitude
“Hey! This little fella appears to be working hard with you.”
“We saved him once from a conflagration, and he’s been our ally since then.”
“I wish humans showed the same gratitude, as these four legged creatures do….”
(215 characters)

 

From Deepa at syncwithdeep:
The Stink
I stink
to clean your stink.
I collect your garbage,
and clean your shit.
I am covered with rashes,
And you are covered with robes.
while I wash your stink with water,
you bathe in luxury foam.
I drown in spirits,
to escape the stink.
to keep my family alive,
I clean your stink!
(280 Characters)

 

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Time For Some Dictation
Her text read, “You should stay in town tonight, honey. The power company has the street torn up and it’s so loud that you’ll never get any sleep tonight if you come home. Love you. See you tomorrow.”
He winked at his secretary. “Can you stay? I have some dick-tation for you.”
(276 characters)

From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
Oceans Two
The tunnel to the Premium Mobile Store at the corner was ready. They needed to deliver all the mobiles by daybreak…the payoff was good!!!
140 Characters

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Fighting Fire
Jim heaved himself through the manhole gasping for breath the fumes of toxic gas billowing around him. Heavy hands on his shoulders stopped him. Harvey.
“Back you go. The fire’s not out yet.”
With a grin Harvey slammed the manhole cover back in place and hurried back to Jim’s wife.
280 Characters

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Well it certainly wasn’t a sinkhole, it was incredibly deep. There was no explanation for this huge hole in the road. Suddenly the machinery stopped, silence engulfed them. Then the pounding started, strange lights shone like arcs into the sky.Tentacles appeared, and so it began.
(280 Characters )

 

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Trapped
“Its A Long tiring day.Wrkng since morning n now its dark.Dnt evn knw wht we are looking for.”
“Evry1 says they hear strange noise frm underneath.Nw do U See smthng dwn there?”
While evry1 searching below they failed to notice face appeared in smoke above thanking for freeing them.

From at The Dark Netizen:
FALL
“The poor man is mangled beyond recognition.”
“He was neither poor, nor needed recognition. He was mad is what he was.”
“You knew him?”
“Everyone did. That’s Mr. Icarus – mad inventor. He was testing his nuclear jetpack yesterday.”
“Must have flown too high to have fallen so deep.”
Character Count: 280

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Werewolf
Humid today, huh? Best time to work, moonlit night. Nobody around neither. Drill down to the gas main and…
You hear that?
Some drunk, is all. Man, this neighbourhood!
No. An animal. Kinda snarling.
Like a werewolf? Awooo!
Ok, c’mon. Hey – there in the steam, see?
It’s coming. Run!
(277 characters)

 

From Indhu at Always:
The Treasure
“It is been 2 hours since Dave went in. Should we send more men?” asked Dan.
“I am not sure what’s taking him long” said Ron.
Dave dug faster. He has to hurry up before someone finds out. He secured the treasure bag in a pit.
“Hello” said a voice with a gun pressed to his head.
<278 characters>

 

From Debbie at Twenty-Four:
The call had come late and consequently he was now standing on a dead end street in the middle of the night- tired, cold and hungry.
His boss had gone mental – this was going to inconvenience everyone.
John smiled, being home without water wasn’t his problem this time.
(267 characters)

 

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Ah, there you are Carruthers! What a marvellous idea it was of yours to build our new listening post below the existing embassy. Unfortunately our excavations have hit a bit of a snag. Seems there is a team of Russian builders already working down there on some project or other!
(279 characters)


Great Roundup this week! Once again, quite a variety of tales. Well done everyone, and thank you for participating. This week’s prompt photo is by malmanxg at unsplash. I think there might be a few good stories here in this dark theatre. Give it a try in 280 characters or less and I’ll see you at the Round-up next week!


Twittering Tales #84 – 15 May 2018

 

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Sylvia peered in the darkness. “Where am I? I know! I must’ve dozed off. Where is everybody? Hello?”

She found the exit door, pushing it open. WHOOSH!

“So bright! What is that? A UFO?!” She turned to rush back in. Too late. The door closed…CLICK!

“Sylvia! Wake up! Movie’s over.”

(278 Characters)


Twittering Tale #83 – 8 May 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.


Twittering Tales #82 – The Roundup

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Photo by qimono at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

The Scavenger Hunt
Pick a door
hope to score
a finder’s keep
or rubbish heap.
“There must be a clue within the clue…4 lines, 3 words per line. 4+3. 7. Or is it 4×3. 12. 1+2…3. That’s it!”
Liza turned knob #3 slowly. Locked! Frantically she tried each one as the lights dimmed.
“You lose!” He cackled.
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The Doors
Who’d a thought so many choices so many doors?
From bubbling lava pools to tropical forests, to dancing girls and boys, to vast sandy spaces.
The choice was ours, but we had one choice.
The loosely moraled joyously chose the dancers, the wise and stoic the sand.
No return no regrets.

From Reena at ReInventions:
Opinions
What a make-or-break choice! The door I enter could suck me into a whirlpool, or take me to the destination of my dreams. I guess the clue lies in the reflections. I don’t see harm in seeking opinions.
(202 characters)

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The rules of the game were simple. State your single wish and you will be lead to that door.
Or open any door to explore what it holds. It could be something beyond your wildest dreams or there could be nothing at all. The choice is entirely yours!
Ted finally made up his mind!
Letter count : 279
What would you do, if you were in Ted’s place?

From Calm Kate at Aroused:
Door of Opportunity
Each door offered ‘a dream come true’ option – return to the past, propelled into the future, a space station on Mars, eternal life, visit my precious deceased father, straight to heaven, my dream beach/bush location. But once opened there was no return … now to make the choice!
280 character

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Easy Money
Harold looked across the highly polished wood floor and shook his head.
“I knew it was too good to be true,” he said to himself. “Easy money, great working conditions, steady work. That’s what they said.”
He glance at the newspaper ad in his hand. It read “Doorman Wanted.”
(275 characters)

From  Martin at Martin Corcoran:
It’s Off To Worse We Go
The seven dwarves made a fortune from their pay-per-view site ‘Watch Women Sleep,’ which, while sleazy, was a marked improvement on their original business idea: ‘High Hoes.’
175 Characters

From Debbie at Twenty-Four:
Jerry paused, retirement may have been driving him crazy, but now he had to wonder if this godsend was a new form of torture.
Looking down the hallway he stifled a groan, painting the dormitory doors had seemed ideal, until he realised how many there were.
(256 characters)

From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
The Doorway To
Many folks stood with their bag of misery, facing the doors. All were informed,that on opening the door they would either find pure bliss or someone Else’s bag of misery. They had to make a choice.
Folks simply walked away hugging their own bag of misery.
Char Count :255
Recollected from a Sufi Story read in an Osho Book. Happiness is a choice and a risk!!

From Hèléne at Willow Poetry:
Life’s Choices
Life’s Choices
Life,
with its myriad surprises
Of late,
countless blessings
Today,
panic, doubt
burn in my belly.
Facing my challenge
I creep like a mouse
choosing door #4.
Stepping over the threshold
quickly,
the door closes behind me.
The past
is no more.
Today
just is.
Tomorrow’s light
shines forth.
(275characters)

From Masercot at More Potatoes:
Chars
Behind the doors were a lady (his love), a tiger, a tiger-lady, a lady tiger, a tiger named “lady” and a lady made out of the parts of discarded tigers. “Shouldn’t these doors lead into separate rooms”, the man asked.
Behind the doors a tiger belches…

From TinTins at Swerve Strikes Back:
Each door had a small peephole into the past; each heartache encountered, each mistaken opportunity, each dream unachieved. It would have been easy to walk back through a closed door of familiarity. It took courage to step through the door wide open; the door unknown.

From The Dark Netizen a short story inspired by the photo prompt. You can read it here. It’s a good one.

From Ron at Read For Fun:
My staff will choose for me. Six doors of Death by (You’re Fired) #1 Rex, fired by Twitter. #2 Mike, fired for lying. #3 James, fired for disloyalty. #4 Anthony, fired for vulgarity. #5 Steve, fired for fashion sense. #6 Hicks, fired as hopeless. #7 I WIN the Nobel Peace Prize.
(279 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Now What Does That Remind Me Of
He told her to wait at the end of the hallway. There was nowhere to sit, no music no TV to watch no other candidates to stare at just a row of closed doors. She frowned as a word—Gladiator—jogged a memory. An instant later the doors flew open on a yelling sword-swirling horde.
277 Characters

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
To make sure that he always addressed his wives correctly their names began with the first two letters of their allotted day.
Morag, Tula, Wendy, Thelma, Francine, Sandra, and Susan all eagerly awaited his visits, or so he thought!
He just wished he could remember what day it was!
(280 characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Choose a Door
Make a choice. Any door. Your future is on the other side.
But how do I do know what’s behind them?
You don’t.
I might pick the wrong one!
There are no wrong doors. Only different challenges behind each one.
What if I fail?
Then you fail. But the real failure is not choosing a door.
(277 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Seven doors; six things that would kill me, only one that would free me. I had reached the final part in this biased life or death ‘game show’ which was a reality in my country. I choice the middle one. Grabbing the handle, I opened the door and faced my destiny.

From Willow at WillowDot21:
The Doors
Bother muttered Alice, enough already. Rabbits, Madhatters,and Walruses. How much more could her brain take?Just when she thought she was free she was presented with a multiple choice of doors. She opened the middle door.Too find a smiling Queen of Hearts with her axe raised!

From UniversalUnionist at BroadsidesDotMe:
“We have a stable”
“But look, there are plenty of rooms”
“They are reserved for important travellers”
“How do you know that I, my wife, or the baby she carries are not important?”
“You are covered in dust, you smell of sweat and donkey”
“So there are no rooms at this inn?”
“Only a stable”

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
“Choose two doors, but be very sure of your decision.” His voice was soft.
She felt it cut her soul, quick, with no hesitation.
“One leads to immortality, the other to total annihilation, as if you never existed.” He sighed.
Memory and Forgetfulness. What a choice!
Azrael smiled.
(279 characters)

From Indhu at Always:
The Hostel
The floor was empty and all rooms were closed.
“What’s wrong! Hello” shouted Dia.
She opened her room and sat on the bed. There was blood everywhere. Dia ran to the door, when a hand from under the bed held her leg.
She screamed!
“Surprise” said Rita sprawling out of the bed.
<272 characters>

This week’s tales made me think, laugh out loud, gave me a fright and elicited fond memories of familiar stories retold. What a great roundup! Thanks to everyone who participated this week. Such a creative bunch you are!

This week, a night scene; the underbelly of a city being worked on by a duo of night shift workers. What lies below? What do the people who live nearby think of all the lights, smoke, steam, and noise? What conversations are the workers engaged in? What is happening behind the storefronts and apartment windows. So many possibilities with this photo by Fabio Santaniello Bruun at Unsplash.com. I hope you’ll simmer on it a while and tell us what you see. As always, remember the 280 character rule. I’ll see you at next week’s Roundup!


Twittering Tale #83 – 8 May 2018

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Photo by Fabio Santaniello Bruun at Unsplash.com

Lost Soul

Madge got off the bus. She knew the way home on Elm St. but Elm St. was closed. The street sounds blared louder, louder.

The road crew noticed her pacing, repeating, “Elm St. Elm St.” and called police.

Poor Madge was escorted safely home, but she couldn’t recall how she got there.

280 Characters


Twittering Tales #82 – 1 May 2018

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.


Twittering Tales #81 – The Roundup

Starting us off…

The Excursion
Martin fumbled with the newspaper. “Don’t let them see you sweat, Martin,” he thought. How did they know he was on this train? Who was he kidding? They always knew.
As the train slowed to a stop, they made their move.
“Hello Martin. It’s time to get you back to the hospital.”
(276 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Unplanned
“Predetermined destinations take the charm off a journey.”
“You bought a ticket with a travel plan.”
“Certainly…..”
I watched helplessly as he flung himself into the valley. His entry in my life had been as dramatic …. an unplanned baby born to a teenager. Certain trips go anywhere.

From Ron at Reading for Fun:
A CAUTIONARY FOR OLD PEOPLE
The SS pension covered an unlimited monthly train pass. A bit for food plus what passengers left behind. Catsup and water equaled tomato soup. Since 2008 and retirement she and Ted lived like this. He was gone now but sometimes appeared in the window. He didn’t like tomato soup.
(279 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Climate Change
I can’t believe my luck, which is always bad. I booked this train trip six months ago after doing extensive research into the weather in the Canadian Rockies. It’s supposed to be beautiful at this time of year. But all I see out of the train window is fog. Damn climate change.
(276 characters)

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Last Journey
Nick planned to surprise his old mother whom he hadn’t met for a few years now , as work had kept him busy. He planned to cook his mother, her favorite meal and catch up on all that he had missed.
The deafening sound pierced his thoughts and then there was only darkness.
Lc: 272

From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
Natural Beauty!!
With such a beautiful girl seated in front of him… even nature’s scenic beauty outside the window seemed pale!!
This is going to be one long journey he sighed!!How do I ever look away from her was the only thought bugging him…
Character Count :230

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
Alex was super excited as he embarked on his first train journey in a foreign land. The lush green country side the snow capped mountains, caused his adrenaline to rush. He was soaked in the scenic beauty, when he heard a loud blast, and the train came to a screeching halt….
277 characters

From Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Enchanted Dream
Iris had never traveled by train.
She purchased a trip through the Rockies.
The mist beyond her window seat presented a fairy tale panorama.
Enchanted, she let go into this dream.
(179 characters)

From Deb at Twenty-Four:
The view outside the window failed to inspire confidence and as the train entered yet another tunnel he smothered a groan.
Stunning landscapes, plentiful sunshine and panoramic views … of mist.
Travel agents were in league with the devil.
(236 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Things
As the hypnotic movement of the train rocked her to sleep, Anne thought she saw something twitch inside the crack where the window blind fitted.
There were no survivors after the derailment to ask about the deep scratches like claw marks around all the window frames.
266 Characters

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Haunted Coast
Almost there. My new home by the sea. Watching the fog roll across the bay, I vowed I’d put the past behind me.  “You’re new in town?” The old man next to me smirked over his book. Haunted Coast: Maritime Ghost Stories. I shuddered. As I looked away, a shadow rippled in the mist.
(278 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
The Excursion
Everyday the same grind to work and back. If she lent against the window she could see him reading his paper. How she longed to sit with him.Daily he watched her reflection in the window praying their eyes would meet. He longed to sit next to her. Finally one day their eyes met.
(279 Characters)

From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:
Wanted Poster
The sweater sleeve reminded me of the poster in the train station, “Mother wanted for Child Abandonment.” It was the same pattern as on the woman in the poster. Curious, I leaned forward to see what she was reading. Headline “Mother Abandons Three Children.” Coincidence?

From Anurag at Jagshdilmein:
Young Guns
I had only a partial view of him, but it would have to do.
I aimed carefully, and fired.
And as I heard him cry out, my face lit up.
I imagined his newspaper turning red…with the colored water of my water-pistol. That’d teach Dad for scaring me with that toy snake yesterday.
277 characters

From D. Avery at ShiftNShake:
The Excursion
Engrossed with magazines and phones, indifferent to the thickening fog. Checking of phones as the ride grew long. Puzzled as phones stopped working. Fog thick and dark now, the train not slowing only hurtling endlessly along. No personnel. Someone tried the doors, to no avail.
(278 characters)

From tintins at Swerve Strikes Back:
Today’s paper held the caption, ‘missing’; my face center stage. I’d had the foresight to dye my hair. No longer blonde; it was now chestnut brown. No-one suspected. I was relieved as each station added welcome distance between us as I headed towards my freedom, away from him.

From blogsbyindhu at Always:
She painted her nails red. She dressed up in her favorite clothes. She has been waiting for this day for 7 long years. She looked at her ticket and in an hour’s time she will be on the train journey that will define her freedom.
Away she runs happily, from the ghosts of her past!
(279 characters)


WHEW! What a ride last week’s twittering tales were! Runaway trains and train crashes, monsters and things, homeless seniors, runaway mothers, children leaving the nest, star-crossed lovers, new-found love and ex-lovers on the run, demons, climate change, a child with a deadly temper, ghosts and living the dream. I must say this is one of the most diverse collections of tales yet! Bravo everyone!

This week, doors. Seven of them. Pick a door, pick any door and weave a tale about what lies behind one or all of them. I can’t wait to see what you all come up with. Hopefully, I’ll see you next week at the roundup. Remember to tag your post or leave a link in the comments so I know where to find you. Hmmm, behind door number 1, or 2 or 3? 🙂


The Doors – Twittering Tales #82 – 1 May 2018

 

Photo by qimono at Pixabay.com

 

The Scavenger Hunt
Pick a door
hope to score
a finder’s keep
or rubbish heap.

“There must be a clue within the clue…4 lines, 3 words per line. 4+3. 7. Or is it 4×3. 12. 1+2…3. That’s it!”

Liza turned knob #3 slowly. Locked! Frantically she tried each one as the lights dimmed.

“You lose!” He cackled.

(279 Characters)

~kat


April 17, 2018 Twittering Tales #81 – 24 April 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.


Twittering Tale #80 – The Roundup

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Photo by Leirdal at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
“It’s Roger’s skiff alright. What’s left of it. Don’t know whether to be happy or sad. Damn that Roger. Three weeks! Always getting himself into a mess that the rest of us have to bail him out of.”
Just then, there was a rustling in the brush.
“Hey Joel! What took ya’ll so long?”
(278 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Broken
“Reflections do nothing to boost my self-esteem.”
“You look beautiful….”
“I look different … in different mediums. It is the medium that makes or breaks me.”
She was tracing lines with a twig on water, watching the images crack up, and make faces at her. She was no longer whole.
(276 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and The Other:
Picture Perfect
“Is this a painting or a photograph?” Don asked.
“You seriously can’t tell?” Helen responded.
“Oh, I’m sorry if I offended you,” Don said.
“You didn’t offend me. It’s actually an oil painting I made of a photo I took,” Helen explained.
“It’s beautiful,” Don said. “Picture perfect!”
(278 characters)

From Deborah at Twenty-Four:
With one final dab he lifted the paintbrush, was the green too vivid? Were the colours accurate?
As he hesitated the front door slammed and fearful of discovery he threw aside the brush and bounded to the front door, desperate to appear dutiful.
“What you been up to Fido?”
(272 characters)

From Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Memories
In my quiet solitude, unable to control my tears, I recall the love we shared hiking to our secret spot. It has become an aching memory etched deeply within my heart. Since you left, I feel like this abandoned little rowboat, half submerged, slowly slipping from the surface.
(277 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Takeaways
The Groke sat so still her great bulk made not even a ripple on the lake’s surface. She had spat out the boat part but she still had terrible stomach ache. The juicy part inside was tasty enough, but the rubber waders and the fishing tackle were playing havoc with her digestion.
280 Characters

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
Adventure Time
“Such a vivid place. The colours look so picture perfect. Those waters are so calm, with ripples none. This might be heaven on Earth.”
“I’ve heard that there’s a Sea monster in a cave deep inside those waters.”
“Really? Ready for adventure time?”
“What? Are you joking?”
“Nope”

From Indhu at Always:
The Proposal
I was all set to propose her today. I wanted to do it at her favorite spot where she spent most of her time rowing in her small boat. She was a happy, go-lucky girl, liked by all in the town. Alas! I knew her better. The broken boat! What is the hurry to leave this world? Why?
(277 characters)

From Anuragbakhshi at Jagahdilmein:
Shipwrecked
“Darling, they say an imperfection makes one more beautiful.”
“Lovely sentiment dear, but…”
“Even the moon has scars.”

“Poetic, but…”
“A dash of imperfection leads to memorability.”

“I agree, but did you HAVE to sink our only boat to insert an imperfection into your photograph?”
279 characters

Thank you everyone for joining the challenge this week. I really enjoyed everyone’s take this week. We had a dog who paints, a proposal…that wasn’t, a few sea monsters and a zealous photographer, and a few wistful thought-provoking streams of consciousness. Such fun!

This week we’re hitting the rails, on a train ride. There is a story here. Tell us, in 280 characters or less of course. Hope to see you at the roundup next week!

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Photo by Ana Martin on Unsplash

The Excursion

Martin fumbled with the newspaper. “Don’t let them see you sweat, Martin,” he thought. How did they know he was on this train? Who was he kidding? They always knew.

As the train slowed to a stop, they made their move.

“Hello Martin. It’s time to get you back to the hospital.”

~kat


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