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Twittering Tale #43 – 1 August 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #42 – The Round-Up

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

From Reena at ReInventions:
“Why do only a few windows have lights?”
“The source is external. It is how you to choose to project your thoughts on objects and people.”
(137 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Joe looked up and sighed. “I’ve replaced that light twice already! Damn poltergeists!” Dylan grinned slyly and slid the bulb into his pocket.

From Leena at Through My Heart’s Web:
A Girl Evryday Stares At Me Frm Her Room.One Nite She Shouted HELP ME.Locals Said No One Stays Der Aftr Murder Crime,Same Nite Few Yrs Back.

From Sight11 at Journey:
Sounds of Contentment
Incessant water flows
The five lights leak
The yesteryears
Anima bewildered,
By apparition of the living..

From Michael at Morpethroad:
We were all drunk. The beer flowed easily.
“Holler for a Marshall” was the catch cry
we rolled on the floor, cracked another
laughter erupted.

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
My room is in the front of the hotel. Look just above the letter H in “House.” Light is on. Can’t wait to see you. Text me when you arrive.

From Di at Sensitivity 101:
The new Scarlet and Bret came to mind when they leased the house to the filmmakers.
Sadly, it was going to be used as a Lunatic Asylum.
134 characters

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Too much Wine&cheese chatter, wifi, TV, Pokemon Go down the hallways. The ghosts moved to quieter more atmospheric premises in an old cinema

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
“I still haven’t seen a ghost here,” she consoled the girl.
“You’re right. I’ve lived here one hundread fifty three years, seen no ghosts.”
(139 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files, a nice bit of Flash Fiction. You can read it HERE.

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
News about renovation had reached far and wide.I want to go there one last time, before it becomes unrecognizable, exclaimed Nan.
126 characters.

 

From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:
Enroll now: Electricians in Training at Downtown Hotel. Plenty of rooms available for on the job training. Apprentices arriving daily.
137 Characters

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Let me show you your room
Don’t be afeared of the gloom
The light switch is over  here
You don’t like this room, I don’t  give a damn my dear!
140 characters.

 

From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day:
Haunted, ha!
Clock is running backward
Toilet continually flushing
bath Water that won’t turn off
Lights flickering
That’s the work of gremlins!
140 Characters

 

From Jim at Jim Adams Author dotcom a Twittering Tale and a bit of Flash Fiction too. You can read the short HERE:
Cop talking with Hotel Mgr. “Remove the flag, take it down at night, or install a light to shine on it so it stays illuminated.”
139 Characters

From Deepika at DeepikasRamblings:
This is the place where I was kept after being kidnapped, said detective Betty. I’m sure we will find our next clue from “Marshall House”
138 characters

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Like a grand theatre aflame with spotlights:
Act One was noble acts, some sneaky deals
Act Two was roaring rage, backstabbing, enemies made
Act Three is now

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
Reveille sounds at six they said
but who would dare to wake the dead
the bugle call was right on time
and Mary’s ghost arose sublime!
(130 characters)

 

From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
“The occupancy rate of Marshall Inn is low. Only six rooms are lighted up.”
“Inn?”
“There is no Inn in the entire village.”
“Look”
“Where?”
(138 characters.)

And my tweet of a tale starting us off:

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

 

Thank you everyone for joining the challenge last week. I loved your spooky, funny, thoughtful tales. There were a few longer stories inspired by the photo as well. I have linked them here so you can hop over for a read.

For this week’s challenge, I headed over to pixabay and found this interesting photo by favoritesunfl. I decided to get a tattoo when I turned 50. Thankfully, I still love it. But I know there are stories of people with tattoo remorse. The reasons people get tattoos are many. Some, for sentimental or romantic reasons, some to remember a lost loved one, some just for the fun of it or as a rite of passage…and there are some who have many and just can’t get enough. So tell me a tale about a tattoo. Remember 140 characters or less. And one more thing…Have Fun! See you next week at the Round Up. 🙂

Twittering Tale #43 – 1 August 2017

 

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Photo by favoritesunfl at Pixabay.com

 

“I feel like crap. Damn Tequila. What’s this? A tattoo? Who the hell is Sheila?”

“Morning you. I made coffee.”

“Uh, hi? You must be Sheila…”

(140 Characters)

~kat


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 July 2017


I love this week’s Shi Sai ReVerse poem! It tells such a story.

Once upon a time there was such a thing as decorum, civility and grace. People had manners and treated others with respect; but no more. Now anything goes. We are insulated from the consequences of our meanness because we can release the dark side of our souls in posts and tweets and voice messages. What was once whispered in private is now broadcast around the world never to be erased, taken back or atoned for.

I am the first to say that I miss the days when we were nicer to each other. But there is a part of me that is grateful for our recent fall from grace.

Just because we didn’t speak our minds back in the day, doesn’t mean that those ugly things didn’t exist. We just hid them better. The recent divide that has torn my country down the middle has been rumbling under the surface for a long time. Back in the day before we lost our filters, people seemed friendlier, more respectful and tolerant. But those things were just skin deep.

While it’s shocking to see our true selves erupt, it also brings things out into the open, where we can deal with the fear, lack of empathy and downright hatefulness. It is true I have lost friends and family members in the past year. But I am coming to terms with the reality that these people who were nice to my face were not really my friends after all.

So yes, I am grateful. My life is enriched all the more by relationships built on trust. And when I miss those who are no longer part of my circle, I remind myself that I only miss the illusion of what we had. How can you miss something that never was?

Have a great week. Be true to you and yours in this brave new world we live in where authenticity is a priceless treasure. Peace!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 July 2017

if only we’d lingered,
forever bound
basking in warm memories
to create lives worth living
because actions speak louder
heaven bending near
getting nowhere very fast
with a spot of rouge
I laughed it off at the time as crazy
heartless fools can’t see
pie is all about the crust, honey
suspended, graceful,
in the here and now
dance with me my love
poison devouring us
the world grows restless

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Tea Party Time – Let’s Groove

My friend Jacqueline is throwing a tea party today. Stop on by and share your sweet nothings with others! ❤️

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It’s blog party fun time again. The year is fast winding down and before you know it, we will be basting Turkeys and singing Auld Lang Syne.

How’s your end holding up? Life has been a bit hectic and upsetting in many ways, but we’ve got to keep pushing and looking at the positive side of things.

If this is your first-time visit, the house rules of play are outlined below, if you are an old-timer, you know the drill.

Grab some refreshments which are nicely arranged down the page. Feel free to indulge, these are zero calories😉

Just some little party rules:

  1. Mix and mingle with others. Don’t be a wallflower. Go say hello to someone.
  2.  Please leave your blog link or post link in the comment box below along with introductions.
  3. It’s one link per comment, but come back as often as you’d like, that way it’s easier…

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Ballon -Friday’s Word of the Day


Today’s word of the day at Dictionary.com is a French word: “ballon”. At first I wondered if it was a typo. “Shouldn’t that be ‘balloon’?” I thought. And then I looked at the definition and especially the origin of the word. It all began to make sense. From dictionary.com:

Origin of ballon
Ballon is a French term used especially in ballet, describing a dancer who appears to be floating in the air while executing a jump or other movement, like “His Airness,” Michael Jordan. Earlier English spellings of the word include balonne, baloune, and balloone as well as balloon. The original sense of the word in the early 17th century was “ball,” specifically a large, sturdy, inflated leather ball hit with the arms protected with wooden boards or kicked like a soccerball. By the late 17th century ballon and balloon had developed the meaning “a large globular glass vessel” used for chemical distillation; and by the late 18th century, balloon (thus spelled) also meant “a round, flexible, airtight bag that rises into the air when inflated with heated air or gas.” Balloon becomes the standard English spelling in the late 17th century. Ballon, as a ballet term, entered English in the 19th century.

So, ballon in ballet is about floating on air, and balloons? Well they are floaty orbs, unless they’re filled with water or made of glass. I got the impression that the original balloon was more about its shape than its floating qualities. And then I started to think of round, inflated ballerinas bursting at the seams of their leotards, tutus stretched tight and stiff around their middles, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

Which came first the ballon or the balloon? The latter, of course. Ballon, in ballet, entered the English vocabulary rather late to the dance in the 19th century. We humans had been filling animal bladders and other hollow bulbous things for centuries.

Somewhere between heaven and earth the idea of floating on air became associated with balloons and voila! We now have ballon to help us describe the amazing acrobatic, gravity-defying leaps of ballerinas. Being inflated and puffy not required!

I’m feeling silly today. I best give you my Haiku. Have a great weekend!

suspended, graceful,
the skilled ballon of dancers
defies gravity

~kat


Like Pie

Photo by SnapwireSnaps at Pixabay.com

Grandma always said, “Pie is all about the crust, honey. You can’t be too rough with it or it won’t come out right.”

Life is like pie crust. If you over (k)need the dough it won’t matter what sweetness you fill it with, it won’t come out right.

Wise woman, my Grandma!

~kat
(52 Words)

For Sacha’s 52 Word Story Challenge, prompt word: Pie.