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Twittering Tale #66 – 9 January 2018 – The Interview

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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 #65 – The Roundup

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Image from Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
“What have we got?” Lt. Jones asked the trooper.
“Witness says this puddle here swallowed a truck.”
“Hmmm, well there are no tracks on the other side,” Jones stated as he stepped into the puddle and disappeared.
“Oh no! Jones!” The trooper called dispatch. “We’re gonna need backup.”
(280 Characters)

From D. Avery at ShiftnShake:
He backed away from the puddle. He hadn’t heard from his friends at the cabin since before the snow. He had an idea where they might be.

From Reena at ReInventions:
The message accompanying a snapshot of the road …
“I believe in the Devil now. The Fire of Hell burns beneath this road, and melts the snow. The size of the puddle increases gradually. I am terrified.”
My reply:
“Is it snowing in Sulfur Springs?”
(243 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
“Did you hear what happened to Alan on New Year’s Eve?” asked Jen.
“No, what?” inquired Mary.
“He got so drunk at Carol’s party that he drove his truck into a sinkhole that formed in the middle of the road.”
“Oh my God!” Mary gasped. “Is he okay?”
“He is, but his truck, not so much.”
(280 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Our quiet walk along the snowy forest road was suddenly interrupted by a mysterious bubbling sound coming from ahead. Imagine our surprise when an amphibious vehicle popped out of the ground and drove on past us, filled with revelers oblivious to their remarkable arrival.
272 characters

From Di at Pensitivity101:
‘You don’t understand!’
The witness was getting quite agitated.
‘Nothing went IN, you fools. Something came out!’
111 characters.

Twittering Tale #66 – 9 January 2018 – The Interview

 

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Photo by Eddie Garcia on Unsplash

An Interview with Mother Teresa

“How did you do it? How did you survive amidst so much suffering?”
She smiled, eyes twinkling, “Peace begins with a smile you know.”
In that moment peace washed over me.
She added, “I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.”
(278 Characters)

~kat

 


Twittering Tale #65 – 2 January 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 #64 – The Roundup

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Photo by WildOne at Pixabay’s Creative Commons

Starting us off…
Eight minutes was an eternity. Had he misread her feelings?
“If you love me, meet me at midnight at the cafe on the corner,” she smiled coyly.
“I’m such a fool,” he lamented.
As she breathed her last breath in a mangled heap of steel, only one regret haunted her. He was waiting.
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
I haven’t the time and there is no point in you asking.
But you have a watch, a very old watch.
All show I assure you.
Then why if it doesn’t work?
It’s my pretentious character, I like people to think I know what I’m doing.
And do you know what you are doing?
Watch me and weep.

From Reena at ReInventions:
“There is an old world charm about a guy who uses a pocket watch.” she smiled, looking into his eyes on their first date.
“Yes”, he responded, “I inherited it from my industrialist grandfather.”
It would be so easy to plant a tiny bomb there, raced her scheming, greedy mind.

From Lorraine at My Frilly Freudian Slip:
She and He: a love story of cosmic millennium proportions.
For, at the Singing Towers of Darillium*, a night lasts a mere 24 years.
But, here on Earth, she froze time at 12:08 am on New Year’s 2018 so their night will last forever.
(231 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
I never liked wearing a watch on my wrist. I’m an active person and I tend to scratch or crack the crystal on wristwatches. And I find the straps or bands to be uncomfortable. So I was thrilled when I inherited my grandfather’s old pocket watch. Too bad it doesn’t keep good time.
(280 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
The watch looked familiar.
Peter picked it up and checked the backing. The engraving was still there.
‘Know the guy did ya, guv?’ the vendor asked.
‘He was my grandfather.’
‘Oh.’
Looking at the price tag Peter slumped his shoulders.
‘Grandfather eh? Go on, have it. Family’s family’.
277 characters

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
He was a total fool. The last to admit it, but admit it he did!
One wish, she’d said.
He asked for it.
No hesitation.
Stupid!
“I wish time could go backwards, so I could be young again.”
The wish was granted.
Sadly he hadn’t stipulated a cut off point, and being unborn was not nice!
(279 characters)

From Hanna at Warning the Stars:
She sat at the corner table, twirling extra vanilla into her coffee. Near the edge, where the wood met air, her midnight reads sat perched. Keats and Kerouac wedged between the bindings of pulp trash. Already she was imagining fleece and wine, the cat curling his warmth against her ankles.

From Willow at Willowdot21:
No one could remember how long the watch had been in the family. It was part of family life.
It was a beautiful specimen and as such it was always been well looked after.
Then one day it was just gone as inexplicably.
It appeared at it’s next household without warning, un-noticed.

From Jan at Strange Goings On in The Shed:
Illusionary paradox, object of my fervour, come to me.
You flee like water between my fingers, insubstantial dream.
Then, you are captured, held in ancient timepiece. 
Such sorrow I feel, empty in triumph. What are you? 
You exist in circles, symbol of one without end, eternal dream.
(280 characters)

Happy New Year Everyone, and thank you for taking the time to pen a twitter tale inspired by last week’s photo of an interesting timepiece. This week a puddle in the middle of a snowy road. Would you attempt to cross it?


Twittering Tale #65 – 2 January 2018

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Photo from Pixabay.com

“What have we got?” Lt. Jones asked the trooper.
“Witness says this puddle here swallowed a truck.”
“Hmmm, well there are no tracks on the other side,” Jones stated as he stepped into the puddle and disappeared.
“Oh no! Jones!” The trooper called dispatch. “We’re gonna need backup.”

~kat

(280 Characters)


Twittering Tale #64 – 26 December 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 #63 – The Roundup

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Starting us off…

From the inside, looking
out, there is nothing but
darkness, but from the
outside looking in, there
is a golden flush of
flickering light dancing
on the walls of a place
someone calls home.
(188 Characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
The other moths treated Gary like a pariah.
‘Why don’t you fly towards the light ‘Gary’? Illumination not good enough?’
He often wondered whether they’d ascended to the Promised Land, or ended their days concussed and in flames.
When asked what he believed in Gary replied:
Martin’s favourite jumper

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
We called it “the hole” because the only opening to the outside world was the rectangular window high above us. A bright light was always shining, blinding us to whatever might be peering down upon us. Jason had gone mad after about a week and I was sure to follow suit shortly.
(279 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
Follow the light they said.
Sure, she replied.
Anyone got a step ladder?
Follow the light!
I’m trying to! A stool then?
Follow the light.
I would if I could get there!
Follow the light.
Oh sod it, turn the damn thing off.
213 characters.

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila Blog:
The light of a candle in darkness
Stars and moon seem to be absent
In the stillness of the night
I am waiting for you
You’ll come back, you said
When the nights are long
Still I’m here
Patiently
Waiting
Hope*
(198 characters)

From Riya at Aestheticgraphy:
She felt locked, void, empty
Pretentious were her words
Fake was her attitude
She felt caged, in her own being
But one day, a light will come.
Knocking at the door, she will meet with her fate.
And get answers for all the unsolved mysteries in life.
Characters: 244

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Its become a ritual each night to light the candle in the hope you find your way home.
I miss you but cling to the dream you’ll come back.
I know you are out there and we get lost from time to time.
Until I hear otherwise, I’ll keep your flame alight.

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflections:
Somber feelings define the mood
as a blanket of darkness descends
on the melancholic heart.
The vision eclipsed,
until a tiny flame ignited
from within ruminates.
Solitude and reflection
illuminates the soul
dispelling the obscurity
melting away the gloom!
Lc : 254 letters

From Lane at Lane Burke-poet, traveller, person of letters:
Night so quiet I can hear moonlight. In the distance: truck on gravel. GET OUT. A scrape of feet and knees. Door slams. Stones flung like sea spray as tires press down to find their grip. A cry like foxes carries her footsteps as she tries to run. They thought they were alone.

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
“When confessions of the mind happen, under duress, and you are surrounded by darkness, &  feel totally lost – delve deep within to find that tiny spark to dispel the darkness, and enlighten your path, to show you the way to emerge from the shackles of constraints and obstacles”.
278 characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
“These are the two forces that make the world what it is.”
“I just see a lamp there,” I say in exasperation.
“I see darkness and light in combat, but both retaining their identity. They owe their existence to each other, and hence, do not destroy the other completely.”
(267 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Each night, as the sun began to sink below the horizon, she climbed to the half landing, placing a candle in the window. Striking a match, to light the wick, reminded her of striking the killer blow. As she descended the stairs she stroked the panel behind which he was entombed!
(279 characters)

From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
She lives in darkness, only barest candlelight glistening against snowfall of her fears.
Her raven’s hair redolent of cloves, dried biting orange peel and cinnamon.
For ornamentation, bright ear-baubles, and circlet.
Her fey gifts of healing called witchery by some.*
(268 characters)


Another great round of tales based on the candle in the window. This week, a time piece. As we near the end of 2017, are there things left undone or unsaid in your life. Will you be marking the new year with a clean slate or is it just another day…a continuation of the ticking of time. Eventually, the clock will stop for us all. But what will you do with the moments you have left. Or maybe this is an heirloom or an artifact; a rare glimpse into the life of a person from the past. Or it could be a jump start of a new day…8 minutes and counting, no time to waste. I’ll leave the details to you my friends. I hope you had a lovely holiday if you celebrate. 2018 is coming for all of us. Let us hope it is a good year. Peace.

Twittering Tale #64 – 26 December 2017

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Photo by WildOne at Pixabay’s Creative Commons

Eight minutes was an eternity. Had he misread her feelings?

“If you love me, meet me at midnight at the cafe on the corner,” she smiled coyly.

“I’m such a fool,” he lamented.

As she breathed her last breath in a mangled heap of steel, only one regret haunted her. He was waiting.

~kat

(279 Characters)


Twittering Tale #63 – 19 December 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. Wait….WHAT?! YES! You read that correctly. Recently, the sages at Twitter announced that they were doubling the character limit. So, of course, I am passing this gift on to you! 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 now have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tales. I can’t wait to see what you do this week.


Twittering Tale #62 – The Roundup

Photo from the Commons at Pixabay

Start us off…

The Message:
milk

bread
red wine
brussel sprouts
toilet paper
soap
peanut butter
eggs
coffee
sugar
toothpaste
floss
spaghetti
tomato sauce
cheese
soup
strawberries

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Washed clean after years at sea, the bottle and message remain a mystery as it can’t be opened.
Speculation is rife. What if someone is desperate? What if its the map to secret treasure?
All we know is the bottle was made in 1735.
Its historical significance outweighs its contents.
(280 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Too lazy to break the bottle and release the djinn?
No wonder jellyfish have survived without brains. They do not create Frankensteins.
(135 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
I meander in my thought
Message I hope he finds
To my secret love
Things got to be released
Emotion I come to stir
Answering all the whys
Waiting for something to happen
Don’t make me stop
Perhaps one day we’ll be together
Seize the day or carpe diem
(242 characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
…Terribly sorry to impose upon you old chap, but might I beg a brief audience to articulate the pickle in which I find myself. Time is short (as is paper) so allow me to harness the power of brevity and proceed forthwith to the kernel of my concern. I am stranded on a des…
[END OF MESSAGE]
277 Characters

From Di at Pensitivity101:
“To Whoever is reading this:
My name is Bryan Harley and I’m on holiday in Spain.
The date is June 20th 2004, so sorry, no hidden treasure.”
‘Hey! Bryan! You’re never going to believe this………………’
204 characters

From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Flashback to lady of delight.
Once upon a daydream, she was the shape of my heart.
Left a message in a bottle: “Be my girl”.
Why don’t you answer?
Whispering voices, voices in my head.
Made me the madman running through the fields.
Now, every breath you take, I’ll be watching you.
(280)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
We couldn’t believe it when we saw the bottle in the sand just beyond the reach of the surf. She dared me to open it up and read the message and I quickly obliged. We both laughed when I unfolded the message and read it aloud. It read, “NICKEL BOTTLE DEPOSIT OVERDUE.”
(268 characters)

From  D. Avery at ShiftnShake:
Cliché Clipper
She felt her ship had come in. She wondered at such fortune, finding a love to treasure, their fates cast together.
Their lives did not follow the course she had mapped, but she kept her disappointment corked. Her ship did not sailbut ran aground in a bottle.

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Dear Santa,
I’ve been really good this year. Please can I have the pink sparkly ponies play set, Girl’s Adventure books, Craft making box and a ton of chocolate!
Also, if you can make it snow that’d be great.
Love, Megan.

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
The bottle, once thrown out
To the far edges of the ocean
Now came bound on the lone sands
All hopes to be found, totally lost

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Suzy was so excited when she launched her “message in a bottle” project for school. She spent days on the beach, looking out into the horizon, wondering where her bottle went and what country she’d hear back from. Imagine her dismay when she looked down at her feet 2 weeks later.
280 Characters

From Francine at Woman Walking Dog:
STRANDED
I signed up to be a sole castaway on this island. Tropical, nice.
My agent said: pick up after 7 days. It’s 2 weeks now – toe rags!
How dare they? I’m scared of spiders. Got this bottle, pen, paper
Here’s my story
       Help me

       Eating insects
       Wheres my fee
       I want to go home

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Dear love, feel my heartbeat
Brush your fingers across my lips
Whisper words of unbridled love
Come to me bare of all fear and insecurity
Feel my heartbeat
For I would walk across the oceans
To find you and only you
I speak your name, will you answer me?
I am your Soul, I am your Heart.
(279 characters)

From Anju at My Life..My Thoughts:
The message read,
“Hey! You, the most wonderful person on earth to find me!

Please do me 2 favours.
   i)Do at least 1 good deed per day.
   ii)When you are ready to do (i) throw me back to water!”
Immediately she packed it in the bottle and threw it into the ocean.
(261 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The last thing she needed, another bloody message in a bottle!
She’d come to this deserted island to finish her novel and it appeared to be on a major message in a bottle route. This was the 17th so far!
However, this one may perhaps prove useful, it was from a stranded publisher!
(280 characters)

From Jannat at Be Happy:
Totally alone and depressed, Jay walked along the beach; here she finds tranquillity and peace.
While walking she discovered a bottle with a letter which says, ‘You’re allowed to scream and cry but do not give up.’ She sticks to what it says and it completely changes her life.
(278 characters)

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Hey Look Wht I Found
Wooo Message Bottle.Open It Quickly
UNBELIEVABLE
What
I Had Thrown This Bottle Couple Of Years Back From Another Country.
And Your Msg?
Fulfill Every Wish Of D Reader
And Your Wish
To Meet True Love Of My Life
I LOVE YOU.. (He Kneels Down And Proposes Her With A Ring)

Wonderful Tales this week! For this week, a photograph I took of the candle in the window of the curved stairwell of my century-old home. It’s a favorite roost of my cats by day. There is an old tree just outside in my neighbor’s yard that is often teeming with squirrels and birds. It is a lovely tradition to have a candle in the window. Where I live, people have candles in their windows year-round. Not just during the holidays. But whatever the tradition, there is something about a candle in the darkness. There is always a story to be told. I’m looking forward to reading your tales. It is the perfect way, I think, to pass the time over a cup of tea on a long mid-winter night. Happy Yule.


 Twittering Tale #63 – 19 December 2017

Photo by Kat Myrman

From the inside, looking
out, there is nothing but
darkness, but from the
outside looking in, there
is a golden flush of
flickering light dancing
on the walls of a place
someone calls home.

~kat

(188 Characters)


Twittering Tale #62 – 12 December 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. Wait….WHAT?! YES! You read that correctly. Recently, the sages at Twitter announced that they were doubling the character limit. So, of course, I am passing this gift on to you! 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 now have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tales. I can’t wait to see what you do this week.


Twittering Tale #61 – The Roundup

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Starting us off….

“Doctor in Rags”
I r’member first time I met Doc. He had this wild hair and raggedy clothes. My mom was real sick an we couldn’t afford no fancy doctor, but the neighbors said, “We’ll call Doc. He’ll fix her up.” He didn’t look like no doctor, but he did what they said. Mom called him her angel.
(280 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
The old bookshop was closing down. Odorless devices had replaced the familiar, much-loved smell of books. Sydney had bought these as a gift for Will Hobbs. Theirs was an all-of-a-kind family uptown, where hearts were strangely warmed by books, a few degrees towards the far north.
(280 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
He smuggled her book home in amongst many he cared little for.
She had promised him a good read. A few surprises even.
On page 61 he saw his name.
Arch-villain, a sleaze well and truly.
Hiding his embarrassment he went to dinner.
No news he said to his assembled family.
A quiet day.

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Swiss family Robinson traveled Far North on vacation. Visiting the “Maze” at The Monster of Hollows declared the eeriest place, was on their list. Braving their fears, they went on. “Called to Die”  read the spooky signage. Clutching the Holy Bible in his pocket, he prayed!
Letter count: 276

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Adelina needs a heart strangely warmed so she went to look for the doctor in rags in far north. Like going to the maze of all of a kind, it’s quite hard to find him. In the wilderness, as she put some flowers for the temple, she called to die.
(245 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Every month at this time, Kay carried an armload of books to Donna, who had been housebound since the accident. Donna’s only pleasure in life was reading the books Kay brought her each month, and she was so disappointed when Kay told her that her family would soon be moving away.
(280 characters)

From Anju Raj at My Life..My Thoughts..!:
Princess Adelina and The Moffats with Holy Bible left For The TempleThe Monster in the Hollows, the mean guard of The Maze at the Far North awoke. It ate The Middle Moffat. Little Colonel’s Chum, the Doctor in Rags tricked it by giving A Heart Strangely Warmed. Voyage resumed.
(279 Characters)

From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day:
So you want to take a journey, but can’t afford travel expenses?
This can be achieved without ever leaving your home or even getting dressed!
140 characters

From Di at Pensitivity101:
“Some are sequels”, Pam gaily announced. “They should keep you occupied while you’re laid up and off school”.
Gira looked up with dismay.
‘I am not auditioning for the Bookworm Reunion! This is classic Homework from Hell!’
‘Yeah, Teacher thought you’d see it that way.’
267 characters

From Bob at Bob Fairfield:
I will never understand how the boys in my school’s minds work. They don’t realise we do like a bit of courtesy some times. The least one could have done was to offer to carry my books for me.
193 Characters

From Lane at Lane Burke – Poet, Traveller, Person of Letters: (The prompt brought this poem to mind for Lane)
Something to touch:
The shell of a woman.
Brand new; shiny.
Who knows what waits beneath?

Paraphrased, coverless, her naked
Pages flutter open to passages caressed
Without reservation!

He, unmoved, skims the surface.
Then reaches for
The shell
Of a woman.

From Ron at Read for Fun:
Hobbes lived in a maze far north to avoid monsters living in the hollows. The middle Moffat in a family of Moffats, his heart was strangely warmed by books. Called to die, he left books to a doctor in rags. They were sold by the pound to buy clothes for the temple residents.
(275 characters)

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
In the ‘Far North” was ‘The Maze‘. The ‘All of a kind family‘, of the ‘Maffots‘, headed there, as they believed they were ‘Called to Die’, by the ‘Monster in the hollows’. Those who survived should head straight ‘For the Temple‘. So was the belief of ‘The Moffats‘.
265 characters

From Jannat at Be Happy:
Who knows about life and its unpredictability
Who knows what lies ahead
Who knows what life will bring
Who knows where life will take you
Who knows what it’s like to be dead
Every soul is bound to taste death but Hank experienced it too early in his life when he was called to die…
(278 characters)

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Head:
They call me Illuminated One, a title I eschew.
I exist For The Temple and Greater Mystery within.
My sanctum lies deep within The Maze, a place shrouded in heart’s longing and infinitesimal light.
Seek me Pilgrim, be not afraid.
My wings shall enfold you, regenerate and resurrect.
(279 characters)

From Ana at Timeless Classics: (A throwback to last week’s photo…)
Magnificent
I wonder
What any of these
Little creatures would do
If someone tied them
Into harness
Shoved a
Piece of iron
In their
Mouths
Whipped them till they
Ran while
Steering them by their heads
And made them stand
Stand
Stand
Beautifully
For the camera?

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Time was ticking, and I was getting no closer to unraveling the mystery of the pile of books dropped at my doorstep a few hours ago. The clues to finding the girl were in the books, and one hour left to unlock the code or she would die. Then inspiration hit.. she would live!
275 characters

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Charlotte and Dai were in the Maze. Quite why they were in the middle, and sofar North, she had no idea.
She was one of 5 daughters from the Lower East side of New York, from an ‘all of a kind family.’
“Be careful,” she called to Dai, “there may be a monster in the hollows!”
(277 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Panning for Gold
I was a doctor in town gained debts soon in rags so came here to pan for gold.
Full of hope ok in summer a heart strangely warmed by the sun in the sky
But winter here awful found nothing just a glint in a stream  – no gold no food a doctor in rags.
Bears in the wood hungry like me its no good –  gotta go North or be eaten.

From Leena at Soul Connection:
At Far North Btfl Adelina Frm The Swiss Fmly Used 2Read Lots Of Books As If She Was Searchng Ans In Novels For The Maze Of Prblms.Ngbr Al Of A Kind Fmly Rcmnded Doctor In Rags.1 Ngt they Heard Weird Sound.Mre Al Of A Kind Fmly Rushd 2wrds Her Hme N Saw The Monster In The Hollows.


I am so pleased that some of you went ALL IN and included several of the book titles in your tales. And then there were a few heartwarming tales about the girl carrying the books. Well done everyone!

This week…another interesting photo. You have 280 characters of course, but you don’t need to use them all. This one can be as few at a dozen or so. One word even. What is the message in this bottle? Possibilities are endless. Who sent it? Who was it meant for? Who found it?

Your challenge is to write a story about this rare beach find…or simply pen the message inside…or both. Have fun with this one. Take your time. You have a whole week until next week’s roundup. See you then!

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Photo from the Commons at Pixabay

The Message:

milk
bread
red wine
brussel sprouts
toilet paper
soap
peanut butter
eggs
coffee
sugar
toothpaste
floss
spaghetti
tomato sauce
cheese
soup
strawberries

~kat 🙂

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