About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo. Your mission 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 a new prompt. Have Fun!
Here is our round up for this week’s prompt. I love everyone’s take. So many topics! Romance, Mystery, Heartache, Anger, Drama, Life and Death and the meaning of it all! Thanks so much to everyone who gave it a try this week. Here’s the prompt pic again, followed by your fabulous tales! If I missed your take, please be sure to let me know so I can add it to the round up.
Twittering Tale #19 – 28 March 2017
Michael at Morpethroad:
The burning flame ignites passions.
She reaches out
He takes her hand
Steadies her lighting the candle
Illuminating the essence of their love.
Sri Sudha K at Naa Prapancham, My World
She could no longer bear the pain of separation; so,she set herself on fire to join his beloved soul..Her husband who died fighting cancer..
His smoking habit killed her-she was bitten by lung cancer; Her only fault was loving him the way he was. But,he realised her love only after he lost her.
Reena at Reinventions
Tabloids screamed of the star’s affair, upsetting his wife. The editor’s wife, a divorce lawyer told her, “There is no smoke without fire.”
Di at Pensitivity101
A flash, so bright,
Penetrates the night,
The smell of smoke
Lingers to choke
That final sigh,
And then we die.
Sangbad at Thoughts of Words
He saw a shadow in the light of his last match. It was not of his. As light dim he heard another strike of match or was it the “clap”.
Lorraine at in 25 words more or less
smoke vapour curls round flower flame. flash point. sliver of a moment. cosmic spark. quicken. embrace. to be born is to die.
Jane from Jane Dougherty Writes
Orangehead hung onto the post with his failing strength but the earthwinds, too strong for his wispy frame, dispersed his atoms like mist.
Willow at Willowdot21
A moment in time. Smoke wisps grey, flame as yellow as the forgotten sun As the red tip expired with the heat she died her life done
(140 Characters )
Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger
“After the tunnel collapsed upon them, Jim found a lone match in his pants to strike. Can they find an escape route before it burns out?”
Francine at Woman Walking Max
Gondolier: Carnival is over Colombine. Your lover Harlequin lies in the crypt. Be brave, follow this light.
Kirst at KirstWrites
Light a candle. That’s all you can do. Focus on the flame. Maybe the smoke will carry our hopes to some god or kindly fairy up there.
Leara at Leara Writes and Takes Pics
A word lit the flame. Hooded figures chanted. The fire grew, and smoke billowed. This world, a failed experiment, would burn to start anew.
Irena at Books and Hot Tea
Matches burn slowly, as smoke dances around. She burned up quickly, in the outburst of once tamed anger. Her smoke swallowed all it touched.
Peter at Peter’s Pondering
Sulphur and brine
a view that is mine
our food just isn’t the same
we haven’t a hope
til we see how we cope
with preservatives put to the flame
and my little tale to start the things off:
The bitter-sweet fusion of sulfur and gasoline seared her nostrils. She flung the match into the darkened room; the past best left to ashes.
Twittering Tale #20 – 7 March 2017
I like what everyone did with last week’s abstract image. You all are so creative! Here’s another odd photo for you to simmer on. What is the story behind this photo? Mmmmm. I do hope you’ll give it a go. Have fun! My tale is below.
Photo from Pixabay.com
“I will never forgive you!” she cried. “It was my grandma’s.”
“I’m so sorry,” he lamented. He knew she wasn’t crying about a broken glass.