complicity proves
no one can steal a soul
that’s freely given
~kat
For Haiku Horizon’s weekly challenge inspired by the prompt word: Steal.
Category Archives: Random Thoughts and Musings
Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017
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 #33 – The Round-Up
“Architecture” from Pixabay.com
From Michael at Morpethroad:
All was in readiness
The trap had been set.
Settle back, be patient.
Wait.
The prize well worth the trouble.
A promotion rested on this success.
(140 characters)
From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
Two made a couple and the bench was perfect sit out for the both of them. Stealing a glance from above, he let out a sigh, One! is a loner.
139 characters
From Soul Connection at Through My Heart’s Web:
Everyday I used to secretly glance at you.
Never expressed my Love as you were married.
Today for d last time I will see You..
Sadly in coffin.
From Shweta at My Random Ramblings:
He peeked through the blinds,
camera in hand,
careful not to make any sound.
He was determined,
to snap a photo of the rather elusive Blackbird.
(140 characters)
From Willow at Willowdot21:
How long had he been out? The square was empty. Time to go she decided, just then she saw his car.Damn too late quickly she re hid her case.
(140 Characters)
From Reena at ReInventions:
The sun had set, and it was time for him to move out in his dark black suit. Another night of terror, another night of crime …. nobody knew Dr. Jekyll was really Edward Hyde.
(140 characters)
From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
The upstairs neighbour who spends every weekend partying hasn’t taken up his usual seat yet. Hope the varnish doesn’t dry too quickly.
From Michael at Flawed Masterpieces:
Mary looked out the window, hoping for her own little peeping Tom. Just as she looked, she felt the tingling sensation of her late husband.
From Di at Pensitivity101:
Of course he wasn’t paranoid.
Someone had moved the bench, that’s all.
(69 characters)
From Patty at PJTemple:
I bought a unit overlooking the bench where we first kissed. I know she said it was over, but I just had to be close to her somehow.
From Barbara at Teleporting Weena:
THE CURSE
50 years locked in your room
50 years your curse from the moon
–
The curse was lifted today
Twitching back the curtain,
She smiled
(Character count 125)
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
His monochrome world was driving him insane. Each day, he took one peek through the blinds, wishing for that technicolor Oz moment. Alas.
From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words:
why the evening is so serene…where the kids have gone…oh, blimey…they’ve gone to war…but, then who’re ascending…shadowy figures…
(140 characters)
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
She hoped to see who kept leaving food on the doorstep. I do hope there’s fewer beans this week she thought, dashing to the loo yet again!
(138 characters)
From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller:
She never was good at hide and seek but the stakes had never been this high before. In her current mood, I’d be a fool to underestimate her.
From Diganta at Plastic Souls…A bit of flash fiction inspired by the photo that you should have a look at. It’s a really nice read. Thanks Diganta! Click HERE.
From Susmita at Uniquesus
The nattily dressed stranger sat on the bench of their alley every evening. “What must be keeping him away today?” thought Judy.
(131 characters )
From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:
They say I’m in my son’s house
Too old to live alone
They say he’ll care for me
But I know that cannot be.
My son is a baby – he is only three.
From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
‘Ha ha – my cunning clues worked, led them Them straight here into my trap…
thought they could cheat me eh? Their turn to feel sorry”
and starting us off, my tweet tale:
“Do you see her?”
“Not yet. Settle down. You’ll spoil the surprise.”
Just then, Grandma walked in from the back door.
“Surprise!” she shouted.
Just as I had suspected, there were quite a few tales lurking behind the curtain this week. We had a bit of romance, intrigue, mystery, horror, drama, tragedy, and comedy. Well done! You all are awesome! So many different takes on this photo. Thanks so much for joining the challenge.
This week, I found this odd photo at pixabay.com by photographer, stevepb. See what you can make of it! Does it look like the greatest thing since sliced bread to you…or something horrible? Have fun my friends! See you at the Round-Up next week! 🙂
Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017
Photo by stevepb at pixabay.com
“Banangers?!” Emily screeched, “You’re insane Tom!”
“But it’s brilliant Em. GMO meat trees will be the new superfood.”
“I think I’ll pass!”
(138 Characters)
~kat
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 June 2017
These days reality is a subjective…uh, reality. Based on our own personal perspectives and tinged by our beliefs, socio-economic statuses, cultures, and personal demons, is it possible to really know what is true and real? How do we navigate our way through the spin and lies so prevalent in this alt-reality world? And what is more disturbing; how did we get here? Have we always been here?
If not, what was the tipping point? When did we lose our common sense of humanity, our faith, our minds? By splintering off into polarized hoards to feel safe, we have never been so alone. The truth, or at least our growing collective impression of truth, is that we can’t trust anyone. We can’t even trust ourselves. Especially when the powerful tell us that what we’re seeing and hearing is not what we’re seeing and hearing. We’re all a bit mad.
This week we witnessed an epic battle. It. Was broadcast globally for our entertainment. Truth was on trial. On one side, an honorable gladiator and career lawman, albeit a showboater, who likes to write memos that read like noir novellas, gave his sworn testimony. On the other side, another showboater, but a rich, powerful one (as in leader of the free world, powerful), an undisputed serial liar with no respect for the rule of law, tweeted an opposing recollection, as well as sending his bumbling henchman, who doesn’t know how to use spellcheck, to the national stage to hold court.
The drama is being aired 24/7 and each showboater is given the same consideration. Democracy demands that we are fair and balanced. That we give each view equal time and value. But it doesn’t feel right. It feels a bit insane. Surely both sides aren’t the speaking the truth. There is only one truth, right?
Sadly we may never know. It’s probaly best to turn off the telly and mobile news prompts and avoid print altogether, but I admit, I’m hooked. I can’t bring myself to look away. I have to see how this ends. I’m terrified to see how this ends.
At any rate, I hope you have a great week. May our personal realities make us feel safe and happy. Right now, that’s all we’ve got.
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 June 2017
tears for all
settle down
dust on air, drifting
wild, wet blossom bursting
blushing innocence, giggles
never looked back
ashes to dust
rude bursts of hot air
grumbling optional
bellyaching nitpickers
your lattice is fading
in the blackest of times
everyone knew his name…Chuckles
~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.
Bellyacher – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku
Today’s word of the day on Dictionary.com is Bellyache. It has been a part of the English language since the mid-16th century. It means literally, “pain in the bowels, stomachache”, but morphed into an Americanism in the late 19th century. This new application, which most of us are familiar with, means “to complain; grumble”.
This is one of those slang words that really took off and continues in popularity; used in literature, poetry and newsprint. It’s former, more basic meaning also gets much wide usage especially in medical circles.
Many of us may remember being chided for bellyaching about this or that as children, unless of course our bellies did actually ache. Then we were indulged by our caregivers with love and tender attention. Makes my wonder if that is why we revert to the latter application of the word when we are feeling ignored, left out or left behind. If belly aches gain us comfort and attention…bellyaching ought to reward us similarly. In many cases it does. I’m reminded of the squeaky wheel. Yep. Suffering in silence rarely gets us the attention we feel we deserve, but it’s all about balance. One should avoid becoming a chronic bellyacher. It is true that bellyaching is quite contagious and terminal if not kept in check.
I suppose could bellyache about the weather, current events, life in general…but I won’t bore you. Instead here are a few haiku. Have a great weekend wherever you are! 🙂
worrisome snivelers,
bellyaching nitpickers
see empty glasses
a true bellyache
is when your belly aches;
grumbling optional
all bellyachers
share a common attribute…
rude bursts of hot air
~ kat
Ashes to Dust
photo by © Sarah Potter
I watch the ivy slipping her green tentacles between bricks, crumbling mortar. And water, brackish or raging white caps, it doesn’t matter. She slowly sucks the shore into the sea and hollows tunnels through massive boulders with a kiss.
We lay pavements, build foundations and walls, and erect iron behemoths to the sky in our attempt to mute her, to contain her. Nature always finds a way to reclaim what is hers. What has always been hers.
Like the remnants of civilizations past sandwiched between layers of limestone and ore, we too are destined to return, ashes to dust.
~kat
(99 Words)
For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneer Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by © Sarah Potter.
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