Twittering Tales #25 – 11 April 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 Tales #24 – The Roundup

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“Boats” from Pixabay.com

From Reena at ReInventions
Deeply disappointed is the romantic me
When my heart goes aflutter in the depth of the sea,
they kill imagination, these guys with long hair.
(140 characters)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses
One final dip. The pains of relocating.He was to cut it short,  what use was his mane of hair, when there was no sea to sink into?
134 characters

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less
One final dip. The pains of relocating.He was to cut it short,  what use was his mane of hair, when there was no sea to sink into?
134 characters

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes
Shaggy-haired, the head emerged, faintly kelp green. I waited for it to turn, to see the swimmer’s face. The air chilled. That was the face.

From Di at Pensitivity101
Oh how she yearned to be aboard.
But this world was not for her.
Mermaids exist beneath the water, not above it.
110 characters

From Martin at Martin Cororan
The siren spotted the sailor on the deck of his boat.
‘Look at that rippling torso,’ she sang. ‘It’ll be weeks before I need to eat again!’
(137 characters).

From Susmitamukherjee at Uniquesus
It was hot and sultry. The cool water seemed tempting. The hippie jumped off board without a thought. “But oh! he hardly knew how to swim.”
(140 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila
summon the muses
to the cool ocean for bliss
such delight to date
summer breeze is fun
swimming to my heart’s content
frolic in the sea

From Michael at Morpethroad
Mutiny was not tolerated.
She was made walk the plank.
Bobbing to the surface as they cheering sailed away
She noticed the shadow and fin.

From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words
Ichthyander swims up the water. He looks behind–the island, his home, at the distant; he looks forward– the ship of Pedro Surita waiting for him.
(140 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings
Sights lined up.
Ready.
Fire.
Torpedo away.
Enemy destroyed.
Return to base.
The wig over the viewing bubble of the mini sub was a great idea!
(140 characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea
The pirate ship shrieked.
Governor’s men could taste their victory.
They were unaware that she, pirates’ secret ally, was waiting for her cue.
(140 characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes
Cocktails on the yacht. All afternoon his fat hands pawing at her. That damn dress clinging in the sticky heat. The water felt like freedom.
(140 characters)

and here was mine
Lara’s husband and that tramp of his were on board. She set the bomb to go off just as the fireworks started. “Happy Independence Day Baby!”
(140 Characters)

Awesome tales everyone! I always love the diversity of your entries. Taking a break from the nautical theme this week. See what you can do with this week’s photo prompt from Pixabay.com. Oh, I’m sure this door has tales to tell! 🙂

Twittering Tale #25 – 11 April 2017

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Door Sign from Pixabay.com

People called us an overnight sensation. If they only knew how many dives, we played to get here. Wouldn’t a had it any other way.

(130 Characters)


Concrete – Magnetic Poetry Monday

we are born naked into this life
with fat, warm growling bellies,
throbbing hearts and perfumed breath…
is it any wonder that we bleed
bits of magic out over time, dying,
surrounded by a decaying universe
of steel, dirt, glass, concrete and the
lingering blush of broken dreams

kat -10 April 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – The Poet Kit)


Gone – NaPoWriMo 2017 #9


you
left the
door open
the day you left
I can’t bring myself to close it, not yet
hoping that you might decide to come back
but I’m a fool
you’re never
coming
home

-kat – 9 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #9 -a Double Tetractys – 1/2/3/4/10/10/4/3/2/1)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 9 April 2017


Happy Sunday! It’s been a busy week! Stuff happening at work, at home and in the world. Life. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad. I lose myself in the fray when I forget that no matter what is happening around me there are things that remain constant, no matter what.

I am a survivor. It helps to remember every dead end and insurmountable obstacle that has challenged me in the past. I’m here today because I survived. Life went on and I am living proof of that.

I am brave. Life is not for the faint of heart. Rather than put things into less overwhelming, more manageable boxes as I tend to do, it’s okay to let the everything mingle. There is balance to be found in letting stuff collide.

When hatred smacks me on the face, there is the me that is compassionate, kind and loving. When sadness and despair loom, there is contentment add gratefulness. When fear threatens to stop me in my tracks I remember that I am brave.

And when my memory fails me there is nothing like nature to center and ground me…toes in the mud or tickled by cool grass, the blue sky and clouds, soft rain and the moon and stars above.

It’s always good to remember the truth about who I am…the things that sustain me and are constant to see me through the days that are less than.

Have a good week remembering. 🙂

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 9 April 2017

no one’s listening anymore
there is a softer world
I listen to warblers trilling, and rain
Happy Independence Day Baby
it’s the little things
but nothing happens
making things great again
karma remembers
toes in muddy ooze
whisper to her gently by name
streams of sun bursting
the rest goes,
truth is elusive
no place to hide…enough is enough
it is frosted by clouds
sometimes I need reminding

kat – 9 April 2017

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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. 😊


Barefoot – NaPoWriMo 2017 #8

grass between my toes,
breeze softly tossing my hair,
wispy clouds, blue sky,
sometimes I need reminding
where I’m from and who I am

-kat – 8 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #8 -A Tanka – 5/7/5/7/7)