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Twittering Tales #80 – 17 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 #79 – The Roundup

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Photo by leoperezwildadventure at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

“Just around the bend,” Harvey told his passengers. “Ready your cameras. Don’t wanna miss ’em. These critters are fast.”
Appeasing the swampies had been a family tradition for centuries. It was a small price to pay…a few lone travelers that no one would miss, to save civilization.
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The tour group was told the river was full of amazing creatures.
Cameras were at the ready when ahead of them a giant squid rose from the murky depths.
So busy were they snapping images of the wonder before them, they failed to notice the tentacles encircling their boat.
(269 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Lazy Hazy Day
wispy clouds across
boats rise and fall on the lock
lazy hazy day
sea lay without a ripple
cupped my hands and drank water
drips falling from lips
ah, the sweet taste of heaven
cool and refreshing
rough winds shake the darling buds
more lovely and temperate
splashing with the waves
(272 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Gator River Adventure
“Keep your cameras ready, folks,” the guide said. “The gators love to put on a show.”
He noticed that two people were aiming their cameras up. “Folks, the gaters are in the water, not in the trees.”
Those were the last words heard as the pterodactyl swooped down onto the dinghy.
(277 characters)

From Radhika at RadhikasReflection:
The Prize Money
A wildlife magazine announced a challenge open to all, “A prize money of 1 million dollars for pictures of the monstrous creatures of the river”. A group of brave hearts accepted the challenge. How many made it through and collected the prize money is a wild guess!
Letter count :267

From Jannat at Jannat007:
Hellen: Oh see, there’s this family of swans.
Bob: We’re so lucky to get this view too early
Macadamian: Long neck, broad bill, webbed feet, all white plumage, and here it is.
Bob: Picture courtesy?
Macadamian: All because of my polaroid camera.
Bob: Well, I also have a share in it.
(279 characters)

From Martin at Martin Corcoran:
Millennial Park
‘And you say you cloned them from an old smart phone that was found embedded in amber? Are you mad? You’re no idea what you’ve unleashed. Oh my god they’re evolving, they’ve discovered instagram, I’m being tweeted alive. Aggggghhhhhh lol.’
239 Characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
Spirits Remember
“Same spot, same pics …. Can’t we do something different on our vacay?”
“I’ve heard that the spirits of those who die unnatural deaths hover around for ages.”
“Ohkk! You are still obsessed with your ex. How can the spirit help you now?”
“Spirits remember the tormentor.”
“Was that u?”
(280 characters)

From Deb at TwentyFour:
And here we have a photo of that endangered species known as the tourist. Never seen without their extra appendage they are known for getting lost, falling off items and talking nonsense.
The authorities suggest you approach with caution.
(237 characters)

From Joy at PoetryJoy: (a trio of tweets)
Few stopped to savour the glorious view spread out before them, or note the delightful sounds of wildlife in the dense vegetation, intent instead on clicking their cameras, thinking only of how they would share some stunning images on social media to impress their friends with.
(278 characters)

cameras poised and eyes peeled
they had no inkling of how their
canoe was sinking, letting in water
enough to pool and wet them well

they were so enchanted by the scenes
before them, and those to come, that they
ignored the feeling of soggy feet until, too
late, it became waist deep at least
(280 characters)

Bearded hipster Harry sat in the back with his face set and grim. He didn’t want to spoil their fun but he knew his situation was getting desperate. As the vessel keeled this way and that as they turned excitedly, he felt his stomach contents protesting with their every movement.
(280 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Down the River
Its my dream the Real Amazon Experience. 100’s miles of wild untouched waterway. Watch out for the piranhas Shane. We’re frontiersmen – a tough fearless team. Wait til I tell them back home.
A tank ? What do you mean a tank ? Like the one they used to film Titantic’ ?

From Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Not much money taking tourists upriver. They complained about the price but got a pity discount when they agreed to a crowded boat. Lots of expensive cameras. Cameras bring lots of money. The crocs would eat well. Next croc hunter tour would find fatter specimens.
(265 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Flash
The sudden rattle & flash from the tourist cameras disturbed the birds of paradise. They disappeared into the tree canopy in a blaze of colour. It also disturbed something else. Something that wasn’t frightened. Something that was angry. The guide took one look and jumped ship.

From Willow at WillowDot21:
The Annual Jolly
Yearly on their reunion jolly they hired a large rowboat with guide and went looking for the Zander. Last spotted in 2010 in the Teddinton area of the Thames. As usual the cunning Zander happily floated under the rowboat out of sight of their cameras. Preferring to be extinct.
(277 Characters)

From Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Sinking Boat
That’s my sister with the tour group. On her return I will be overwhelmed with photo sharing. This one picture tells its own story though. It’s an overcrowded boat with folks preoccupied with their cameras. What happens if the boat sinks, will they take underwater pictures then?
(280 characters)

From Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Monster Alert
We stood frozen as as we saw the monsters come towards us. If they saw us, we were toast.
But almost miraculously, they passed us by unsuspectingly.
We’d escaped discovery this time, but we knew our relief was temporary, no one was safe from these tourists for too long.
271 characters

From Kirst at KirstWrites:
Holiday Fail
Holiday of a lifetime indeed! I’m stuck at the back of the boat, her shoulder in the way of every photo I take. She’s flirting with the tour guide as well.
The tour guide reported that the missing women began fighting on boat trip, and both fell into piranha-infested river.
(275 characters)

From Leena at Soul Connection:
The Man with a Blue Cap
In Deep Forest Betwn Big Trees Explrng Wild Nature,Njyng Birds Chirps On Sml Boat Unaware Wht Fate Stored For Dem
Ahh,Busy Clckn n Knwng Secret Of Forest Wd Camera n Binaculars.U Al Need 2Turn Around n Peep Into My Mind Thru My Deep Gaze,Tht Mgt Hlp U Al Frm Ur Guide,Naah Ur Fate.
280 Characters

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
They chattered excitedly. The weekend was going to be a riot, except for one person.
His hallucinations were disturbing. The intense Moon wasn’t helping.
The beast was filled with hunger, wanted flesh. Wanted it now. He was turning and no one could stop it. It was finally free!
(278 characters)

I loved last week’s photograph. There were basically two prompt views. One veered off into horror, mythical monsters as well as some real beasts of the deep. The other type of story reeled us in slowly and steadily, until it was time to reveal a twist. And some were a combination of the two. They were all great fun!

On to this week’s photo prompt. I am really enjoying the beautiful scenic photos that I have found on Pixabay. Here’s another woodland, watery scene. And a boat. If you could call it that. What’s the story here? See you next week at the roundup!


Twittering Tale #80 – 17 April 2018

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Photo by Leirdal at Pixabay.com

“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)

~kat


Twittering Tale #77 – 27 March 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. 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 #76 – The Roundup

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Photo by adege at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
Stranded
“Are you kidding me?! Out of gas?!”
“‘Fraid so. I’ll walk back to that service station. Lock the doors ‘til I get back.”
Hours passed. An eerie mist loomed. Sue had dozed off, startled awake by frogs, the size of wolves, peering at her.
“Ribitt…my favorite. Lady fingers.”
(272 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The pond scum committee was called to order.
A change of image was required.
They were over the bad rap they received.
Something needed to be done.
Suddenly scum left and right leapt into action.
A leg, a fin, a strangely shaped head.
The scum was changing.
A vision of beauty was born.

From Reena at ReInventions:
Reflections
“The artist is not at peace with himself.”
“What makes you that?”
“The ugliness captured shows his discomfort with the world, and throwing back the revulsion at them. It is a secret desire for the world to be swallowed by this muck.”
(231 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Muffins
“I can’t believe you dropped the whole bucketful into that puddle,” Beth scolded her sister.
“I’m sorry,” Ann said, tears running down her cheeks, “but that thunderclap scared me.”
“It took me hours to fill that bucket. How’s mom gonna make blueberry muffins without blueberries?”
(278 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Who said frogs have stopped evolving?
Once it was every tadpole for himself, wriggling to probable death in a bird’s gullet or a kid’s jamjar. All that changed when thousands of tadpoles united and superfrog was spawned—the golden age of pondlife was about to begin.

From Willow at WillowDot21:
SATAN’S SPAWN.
Satan shouted, who had moved his bucket. Silence, Uriel has been clearing up had he moved it? Satan was getting annoyed, where was his spawn.
Uriel smiled as two little boys wandered off into the sun set carrying a bucket of black smelly spawn. Uriel loved making children happy.
(279 characters)

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Something stirred within the mass of writhing bodies. He felt their hunger and cunning. They called to him but he ignored their siren call. The enemy was on the rise. This darkness was foretold. The Shaman whispered words of binding, vowing to imprison the nightmare throng.
(277 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Spawn
It’s strange to think that my fondest memories as a child was going out each spring and collecting frog spawn. It just seemed so natural and innocent. It probably started my career too! I’m now head frog and toad keeper at the zoo.

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Breaking News
Scientists have reason to believe that an extinct amphibian, last recorded in 1503, a Giant Toadasaurus has spawned in a local framer’s muddy pool, for reasons unknown. Farmer Jo King told reporters ” Locals can’t wait for this weird and wonderful Hatching to happen .”

From Isabel at Poetry, Fiction, and Photography:
Who’s the Monster Now?
Getting lost in the marsh wasn’t great for our friendship. There was a lot of finger pointing. We were about to bite each other’s heads off when the swamp monster appeared. It took one look at us and dived right back under water.
(230 characters)

Well, that was thoroughly entertaining, everyone! Some of you had a creepy or scary tale to tell, some philosophical, some quite funny and one…blueberries! I have to agree the photo did look a bit like peeled blueberries when I had a second look. Great stories, but I think I’ve had my fill of frogs….you’re welcome! This week, a tall stairwell and a little girl in a photo by Min An at Pexels.com. Is she playing a game of hide and seek? Perhaps she is a ghost, or just a flower girl in her auntie’s wedding. There are a few stories here I think. Thanks to everyone who wrote a story last week. Hope to see you at the roundup. 🙂


 

Twittering Tale #77 – 26 March 2018

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Photo by Min An at Pexels.com

Maybe Next Time
“She’s a lovely girl; smart, polite, well-mannered. Mr. and Mrs. Harding, shall I fetch her?”
“Anna Harding,” Anna mused, straightening her dress, smiling.
“Emily dear,” Miss Sedgewick called, “please come down.”
Anna sighed, “maybe next time,” as she watched Emily skip happily by.
(279 Characters)

 

~kat


Twittering Tale #76 – 20 March 2017


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 #75 – The Roundup

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Starting us off…

Yeah, yeah, I know I was supposed to get the princess to kiss me to break the curse, yadda, yadda, yadda. But, can I be honest? She was a real bitch. You know the type. High maintenance with a pitchy voice that sounded like a fly on a duck turd. Bein’ green ain’t so bad.
(271 Characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Frog and the Fly
“Ribbit,” croaked the frog on the ledge of the pond.

“Excuse me?” asked a large fly.
“Ribbit,” repeated the frog.
“You’re just a big, ugly, dumb frog,” said the fly.
The frog’s tongue suddenly shot out from its mouth and caught the fly.
“Mmm, mmm good” croaked the frog as he ate it.
(278 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Frog in the Well
It had taken tremendous effort to reach here. The kids were talking about some experiment, and formulating a strategy to catch him. He jumped back, fearing loss of freedom and life.
Another voice echoed in the depth,

“Frogs in the well… they have no interest in the world outside…”
(279 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Frogs Return
There were a few ways you could tell the season was changing; warmer weather and green plant shoots, but for me I knew spring was here when the loud croaking and pop splashing of the frogs in my pond started waking me up each morning.

From Sandi at Humble, but Humorous:
Unlikely Source
This is the Fountain of youth everyone speaks of?
Murky disgusting water? What now?
oh, there’s a sign, “Must catch the frog.”
And do what with it? Okay.
Wow, that sucker jumps HIGH!
Where did it go? Ew, it disappeared into the green murk.
Oh, mannnn.
248 characters

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Forlorn the frog sat by the pond wanting to contemplate his navel.
Forlorn the frog wondered what the fuss was all about.
Forlorn the frog wanted to be a man again.
Forlorn the frog knew he needed to improve his outlook.
Forlorn the frog tried, unsuccessfully, to break into a smile.
(279 characters)

From What If We All Cared:
Staying on task . . my strong point . . I am always checking various tangent options/looking into perpendicular trails. . my adventure is always way more fun . I learn and grow while off-task . . and eventually get all the on-task stuff done . . just with a “little” more flare!

From Joem18b at Does Writing Excuse Watching?:
Head Shot
take a good look, buddy. frogs are going extinct, in case you haven’t heard. why? nobody knows for sure but maybe it’s because there aren’t enough princesses around anymore. all due respect to meghan markle but her attire choices on Suits had me scratching my head the whole time.

From D. Avery at ShiftNShake:
Equanimity
granite ingrained; riveted
haunches launching; soon.
(61 characters)

From Elsie (aka Kiwinana) at Ramblings of a Writer:
The Frog
You are a lucky frog living in a well you have a quick get-a-way from the Kingfisher, no way would he go down that hole in the ground.
Living in a pond the Kingfisher would follow you through the water until you were caught or maybe get your back leg as you swam.
261 Characters

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Backwards
I used to be a polar bear but the Fundamentalists told me the theory of evolution was a lie and made me go back to being a frog. I’ll get my own back though—they don’t believe in climate change either. Ha ha!
208 Characters

From Francine at Woman Walking Dog:
Frog’s Eye View
See me a common Frog and a Free Frogs Fighter ! Why ? I’ve heard rumours, awful stories from my frog friends. French Restaurants, frogs who disappeared. No frog knew why. I heard a rumour that…. our legs were eaten. Beyond imagining so I joined the FFF’s.
Our Mission : Ponds for All, Free From Fear !

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Photo by adege at Pixabay.com


Twittering Tale #75 – 13 March 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 #74 – The Round Up

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Photo by Dan Gold at Unsplash.com

Starting us off:
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Nope! The sign says ‘Stay on the Trail’.”
“Awe, come on. I’m dying to see what’s past that ridge.”
“Nope.”
“Well, you’re missing out. Hey (haha), if I’m not back in ten minutes call the ranger. Later, loser!”
“Hello…is this the Park Ranger?”
(277 Character)

From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Last Laugh
Tried not to giggle as them trendy eco-tourist hikers neared. Always making jokes about us locals. See how well they took a joke – Removed park ranger’s detour sign. Stay on the trail, alright, folks Right into that flooded creek bed. Laughs
on them — Hear them hollering already.
(278 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Picnic Baskets
He pushed through the undergrowth and peered at the sign.

Must be this way, he thought, his stomach rumbling.
He hurried along the trail, thinking about lunch waiting at the end of it.
The trouble with signposts is that everyone can read them. Including bears.
(258 Characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Nonconformist
“I’m not a color within the lines kind of a guy,” Don said. “You know, Frank, that rules are meant to be broken, right? It’ll be fine.”
“But it says to stay….”
Don interrupted Frank. “If you’re scared, you can stay here,” and he headed off of the trail.
He never saw the bear trap.

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Trail
I peered through the Halloween Maze’s boarder and saw the deep woods beyond. A small scream rose in the distance followed by laughter. I was so bored, this place was for babies. I wanted a real scare! Ignoring the sign, I forced my way out and I’m still regretting it to this day.

From Joem18b at Does Writing Excuse Watching:
as kids we took quicksand seriously. we lived on the edge of a swamp and in the movies bad guys were always being swallowed up. course we didn’t have many paths to stay on. turned out, though, it was a burnt-out hollow in a sawmill sawdust hill that claimed one of us.
268 characters

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Lost. The wife on my case saying, “Told you to stay on the track.”
The lure of the gingerbread house was far too great.
The witches caught us and dispatched the wife.
So it wasn’t all bad.
As for me, I’m their slave, drudgery personified.
(234 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Why would politeness make any difference. They never listen. They all go their own sweet way giving us the finger as they do.
We need to do something to keep them to the path. Those flowers are last of their kind, if they get trampled that’s it. How about. KEEP OUT MINES!
(273 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Forbidden
Daily advice from Mom – Don’t write on the walls. All I could think about was how I would adorn the walls with my art.
So many accidents have taken place at this spot, because the signage becomes a temptation to attempt the forbidden. The irresistible taste of the forbidden fruit…
(280 characters)

From Elsie (aka Kiwinana) at Ramblings of a Writer:
Lost Trail
Having walked for some time we came across a sign, wondering where we had gone wrong as there was no track ahead except for a drop of some twenty meters down a bank.
Wondering what that meant we turn round and walked back the way we had come.
Strange sign at the end of the trail.
278 Characters

From Isabel at Poetry, Fiction & Photography:
Please stay on the trail. There are things in those woods you don’t want to meet.
There was a young girl who wandered from the trail. All we found was her little red riding hood.
So please stay on the trail. The sign’s not there for the good of our health, but yours.
(265 characters)

From BroadsidesDotMe:
I wanted to roam, without any particular purpose to my journey, to ramble, indifferent to any particular objective, meander aimlessly about, but no. the straight and narrow police had got here before me.

From Jannat at Be Happy:
The awesome threesome went for day hiking. The park rangers instructed them to stay on the trails. But compelled by the habits, they went for shortcut and got into trouble.
(176 characters)

From D.Avery at ShiftNShake:
They knew to go through this forest only in daylight, to stay on the trail, but fallen trees forced them off. Branches scratched them, grabbed them, held them; remembered stories stirred their fears. Night noises, screeches and rustlings, rose as darkness fell, hope sinking fast.
280 Characters

From Leena at Soul Connection:
(Conversation Order:- Chameleons, Caterpillars, Reptiles, Squirrels, Ants with King Of The Jungle On Serious Concern.)
Humans Wander Carrlessly
R Dey Rly Intlgnt?
Selfsh.Only Folow Rules In Der Territory
Yes,Yes,Ys.Dey Dnt Value Our Lyf
Ltz Plce Sgnboard Lyk Dem,May b Dey Start Wlkg On Trail n V Wl B Sfe
Lets Try.

Well done everyone. I think after reading your tales I might be convinced to follow the rules…maybe. 😉 I do like a good adventure off the beaten path…but I digress. In honor of St. Paddy’s Day (my Irish roots come by way of my paternal Grandmother, Florence O’Malley), I found a nice photo of a little green fellow. Hee hee…well…he’s not exactly a leprechaun, but he could be a prince in disguise, or just an ordinary frog doing what ordinary frogs do…whatever that is. Do you know? I’m sure there’s a story in that, somewhere. Have fun! See you and next week’s roundup! 🙂

Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig ort!


Twittering Tale #75 – 13 March 2018

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Photo by Couleur at Pixabay.com

Yeah, yeah, I know I was supposed to get the princess to kiss me to break the curse, yadda, yadda, yadda. But, can I be honest? She was a real bitch. You know the type. High maintenance with a pitchy voice that sounded like a fly on a duck turd. Bein’ green ain’t so bad.

~kat
(271 Characters)


Twittering Tales #74 – “Please Stay on the Trail” – 6 March 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 #73 – The Round Up

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photo by MabelAmbe at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

Paw Paw got tired o’ waitin’. He took to buildin’ his own wall. Make ‘merika great. Give ol’ Mr. Trump a head start. We never woulda guessed they’d of impeached the greatest president this country’s eva’ seen. But that’s what they done. Paw Paw pretty much gave up after that.
(277 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Frauds We Pull
“Boundaries with permeability baffle me. What was the intent behind it?”
“There is no intent, just imagination. It is an invitation to transgressors, minus the responsibility for consequences.”
“It holds good for all frauds – perpetrated on institutions – and/or the self.”
(271 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Footbridge
“That’s all that’s left?” Henry said to his brother Ben. “I knew it was a bad storm, but I didn’t think it would take almost the whole footbridge out.”

“I guess we better get started rebuilding it, huh?” Ben said.
“Nah,” said Henry. “We’re big enough we can just jump the stream.”
(278 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
False Impressions
Townies thought the irrigation ditch was a river. Thought the old piece of cattle pen was a bridge. Thought Bellhope Boxster the Hereford bull was a cow…
155 characters

From John at BroadsidesDotMe:
My bridge, my dulcet bridge. This was my final civil project, submitted for my doctorate in Civil Engineering. It was described by my professor as the finest example he had ever seen of organic engineering and that I was clearly destined to work in as yet unexplored fields of engineering.