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Twittering Tales #136 – 14 May 2019

Twittering Tales

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. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

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!


Twittering Tales #135 -The Roundup

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Photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
A Little Rain…
“They’re calling it the storm of the century. I’m telling you, we need to get to the shelter…now!”
“You go on. Ain’t nothin’ but a thunder storm. People go crazy over a little rain!”
“Come over here. Look. You call that a thunder storm?”
“Holy crap! Where’s that shelter again?!”
~kat
278 Characters

By Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Armageddon?
The dark cloud perches atop the CN tower like a carrion bird. Ready to pick at the steel bones of the city below.
The child smiles at his creation.
“Albus Severus! Put down daddy’s wand and back away slowly.”
Armagrudge[match]on! Who knew the Potters were 76ers fans?*
(266)

By Lisa at Tao Talk:
Symbiosis
D7, one of the living cloud-like chocolate donut “charging stations” for the sky cities orbiting above Io’s surface, wasn’t busy today. Nucleo glowed as D7 pumped neutrinos into it. When the powerhouse gauge said full, 100 humans were fed to the tractor beam as payment.

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
Storms Ahead
The black clouds formed suddenly, she was trying to get her emotions under control knowing her magic was a little unpredictable when she was upset or angry. She would love the cheating rat to be struck down by lightning but didn’t want the whole city destroyed in the process.
Characters: 276

By Martin at Martin Cororan: (Be sure to hop over to Martin’s page to see what he did with the photo…it was brilliant!)
You say ‘Tomato,’ I say ‘Extinction Event’
Nagrath surfaced for the first time in a billion years. The last occasion he’d felt this peckish there’d been an abundance of brontosauruses, but now it was all concrete and ants.
‘This’ll never fill me up,’ he sighed, but having polished off the marine life he’d have to make the best of it.

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Invasion
“I have never seen anything like it,” Ann said. “It’s covering the whole city. It looks like Armageddon.”
“It’s a whopper of a storm, but it will pass,” Jim said, trying to reassure his wife.
Then they heard the booming voice coming from inside the cloud. “People of Earth….”
(275 characters)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
The sky darkened and what had thought to be clouds joined forces to amass into a huge invader ready to devour the city.
119 characters.

By The Dark Netizen:
The Storm
Red alert has been sounded.
All the citizens have retreated into shelters. It is a pointless endeavour. I stand at the top of the tower, looking straight at the approaching storm. Storm of the century they call it. What fools! This is just the first one.
The first of my storms…..
Character Count: 280

By Neel at Neel Writes:
A pall of gloom hung heavy like an albatross above the sky leaving ordinary denizens fearful and wondering what celestial wrath had befallen uon their land.
Finally, the village occult pronounced, ” It’s the start of the end of human life. The Aliens are taking over.”
(279 characters)

By Larry at East Elmhurst A.Go.Go:
Sometimes Reasoning Doesn’t Matter
Mildred,” Herb told his wife, “Our preacher friend says the Rapture is coming. My New Age sister says aliens are attacking. What should we do?”
“Here’s what let’s do, Super Genius,” she said. “It’s just a hunch but I think we should leave without bothering with a poll.”
274 characters

By Tina at Tina Stewart Brakebill:
The End: Metaphor or Simile?
Metaphor? Simile? Musing as she stared. The future is a swirling suck hole. The future is like a swirling suck hole. Same diff. Either way we’re doomed.
Metaphorically tipping her hat to end-times, she cranked Bikini Kill.
Drowning out the lie. “Fear not we come in peace.”
279 characters

By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It!:
It was supposed to be the worst storm ever, but John could see deep within the storm cloud a huge space ship. He tried to show everyone, but no one would listen to him. He was positive the aliens were there to take over and had taken the chance to hide in the huge storm cloud.
277 character

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Clearly a Job For…
As he glided across his rooftop pool supported by a noodle, Suddenly the sky turned black across Gotham City.
He admired several of his enemy’s traits. Lex was tenacious, forthright and had the Imagination to think of something to cause havoc. Now He’d met his match in Superman.
[279 Characters]

By John at The Magic Shop:
Ashes
Security at the “Miniland” attraction were warned about today’s threat. They were to be on lookout for Robert Sym to carry out his previously denied request. Unfortunately, a rookie guard slacked off and Mr. Sym ran in dumping the ashes of his late Dad all over the park’s scale model of Seattle.
(300 characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Let the Storm Come!
Dark clouds gathered ominously over the city, threatening to unleash their full fury at a moment’s notice.
But this time around, there were no panicked preparations to weather the storm.
There was no need.
There was no one left to panic, the nuclear war had taken care of that.
277 characters.

By Milly at Truly Milly:
It Will Flood
We can see black clouds towering over the city. The weatherman said he hasn’t seen anything like it. It might rain for days. Preachers on the streets proclaim, “The rain will flood the earth! Ask God for forgiveness!”
I knelt down inside my home, begging for forgiveness.
(273 Characters)

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Under Smoky Skies
From the first day of the aliens arrival the skies across the world had been darkened by clouds of smoke. Wars raged but in the end the invades won and mankind fall to death and slavery. The sky started dark forever more.

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Inhuman Nature.
The cloud had hung over the city for a month. The riots and looting had started week one. By week three all civil law had broken down. Today the city was locked down, total quarantine. It was plain to anyone with half a brain that it was people causing the problem not the cloud.
(280 Characters)

By Namitha at The Dame Writes:
Two Minds
“The sky looks so beautiful. I have never seen these colours before!”
Raima whispered as she was trying to close the window.
“Oh no! It’s going to be a gloomy day today. All my plans are distorted. I hate this weather”
Raima thought as she looked at her reflection in the window.
279 characters

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
The Darkness Comes
It took us all by surprise, the day suddenly turned dark and even with lights on, one couldn’t see much. People peeked through the windows or ventured outside and were amazed at the sight they saw. The darkness slowly engulfed the whole of city, turning the amazement to terror.
Character count: 275

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Carbon capture was great. The city could create pollution without fear of the consequences.  We kept on pumping the carbon emissions into the caves and fissures deep below our feet, and everything was fine.
Until, one day, the frackers breached the caves.
Not so great now is it!
(279 characters)

By Ron at Read4Fun:
Just Checking in on My Creation
Earlier, you crucified me. I promised to return; I’m back. Did you think I would come back as a bearded white tour guide to the heavens? I am all genders, all races, all of you, all. I created a perfect playground; you children try to destroy it. I am not amused. Play better.
276 characters.

By Rob at Art by Rob Goldstein:
A Midnight Storm
These dark reflections.
Storm clouds gather on a
midnight tear through
San Francisco.
He wants the storm to last
forever; he wants to be
hidden and faceless: dead
without dying.

By Tien at From the Window Seat:
Allied Destruction
When the Dark Elves came for Men from Deep Within, they were confounded; Gaia had unleashed a cataclysm which Men’s toys failed to anticipate. They stood in awe as she wrecked her artistic destruction.
Men were scrambling for fictitious safety, like ants in rampaging rapids.
(274 characters)


Great Roundup Everyone! Thanks for joining the challenge last week. Pingbacks are still acting up, so if you decide to give this week’s photo prompt a tweet, be sure to put your link in the comments. Without further ado, this week’s photo come to us from NRD at Unsplash.com. There could be a number of stories here. You could write a ghostly tale like I did…true story…back in the day when my kiddos were little we lived in Navy housing and were visited on several occasions by a poltergeist. It did things like hide our keys, turn the lights on downstairs after we had all gone to bed upstairs, opened the frig in the middle of the night, and the creepiest thing was when it took a spin on one of my kids tricycles in the living room. That thing went round and round in circles all by itself! Then there were the shadows looming over us while we slept…but I digress. Your tale doesn’t need to be about a haunting. It could be about an insomniac, or a sleepwalker, or naughty kids who raided the frig for a midnight snack. Or a late night talk with a pal with snacks of course! Whatever you decide, do have fun with it! I’ll see you at the roundup!


Twittering Tales #136 – 14 May 2019

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Photo by NRD at Unsplash
House GuestsThey got a great deal! The house was close to schools and work, fenced in yard. It was perfect.When they asked the real estate agent about the low price, she told them some wild ghost story. They didn’t believe in ghosts.

But that changed. It’s been empty since that first night.

~kat

280 Characters


Twittering Tales #135 – 7 May 2019

Twittering Tales
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. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

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!


Twittering Tales #134 -The Roundup

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Photo by Suzy Hazelwood at Pexels.com

Starting us off…
Bishop and Lowell
“Well, these are the last of them.”
“I can’t believe she kept them. Do you know they wrote to each other for decades?”
“Oh yes! He once said that she was a “muse who makes the casual perfect.”
“It feels strange reading their private letters…”
“Pass ‘em to me then. I’m not shy!”
278 Characters

By The Dark Netizen:
Secret Letters
It was difficult breaking into here, I hope it’s worth it.
A world leader he may be, but his room is just as messy as the next person’s. I guess even his secretary is not allowed in here. Let me look around.
Ah! What’s this now? Military letters? No, Love letters.
What a scandal!
Character Count: 278

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Letters
They had celebrated their silver jubilee anniversary recently, and were an example of a perfect couple still in love.
Her recent death had left him shattered. While clearing her closet, he found a bundle of love letters.
Did he really know her, after all those years together?
Letter count 278

By Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Letters in the Dark
I write you by stroke of midnight; dipping pen into ink of my blood.
“Please forward,” scratched into skin of each envelope.
Should but one not find it’s way, unopened, back to me . . .
Then, will I know I remain yet the shape of your heart.
(247)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
I found them, just as she knew I would. They’re all here, each containing my heart.
I wonder how long she’d known?
114 characters

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Hidden Legacy
They found the letters to her lawyer in the old station wagon, in a battered chocolate tin shaped like a carousel.
Covered in dust and cobwebs after the extensive search of the house and yard, he sat down to read them.
His wife called out “Did the old bat say where the Money is?”
[279 Characters]

By Milly at Truly Milly:
A Second Chance
I was looking for a rope in the attic so I can leave this wretched world. Then, I saw a bunch of hidden letters. The messages were full of love and encouragement. After reading, I felt I was given a second chance. I guess I owe it to the “me” who wrote these letters 10 years ago.

By Reena at ReInventions:
Letter and Spirit
I found this when I moved into this house.
What do the pages contain?
Unpublished memoirs.
Are you looking for a publisher?
No, an exorcist. My life has not been the same after reading it.

By Larry at East Elmhurst A Go Go:
Split Personality
“I’ve written a scathing letter to each of my alter egos, Michael,” Tim told his friend. “This has simply got to stop. They’ve destroyed my marriage, alienated my children. My life is over thanks to them. “Have you written one to me?” Michael replied. “I’m one of them.”
275 Characters

By Tien at From the Window Seat:
Story #1: Lover’s Letters
She tied the letters into a thick bundle; within these letters lay her lover’s heart. His words meant nothing; he broke her heart so she burnt the letters containing his heart.
This is how you treat a heartless man, she thought, looking at her lover’s corpse lying at her feet.
(276 characters)

Story #2: The Letters
He found the letters while looking for a nail file in the dressing table; he finally knew the truth behind their misfortune. To think she was capable of such vile act! His very own wife!
Yet, she was unrepentant upon confrontation.
“They’re harmless, dear. All chain letters are.”
(278 characters)

By Regina at Help From Heaven:
Love is Eternal
He wrote, “Your love sustains me.” I sent a letter every day he was at war. Returning, I kidded him if we would have anything to talk about. But, we always found words to say we loved each other. He passed last week. His letters sustain me in this war with grief. Love lives on!
(278 characters)

By Lisa at Tao Talk:
So many things needed to be cleared out of the house before moving to the small apartment. Judging each item’s fate, to death or life, she held the bound letters from the old friend she thought would be with her through life and beyond – and dropped them into the trash.
[271 characters]

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
Lost Love
Occasionally she would look out the box and get lost in memories. Laughing and crying when she read his words and her heart breaking all over again when she looked at the pile that was returned unopened. Four words on the telegram she would never forget presumed killed in action.
Characters: 280

By Willow at WillowDot21:
All dead.
All those letters left unread
Unseen words of people long dead.
Gathering dust and spider webs
The truth they held seeping, ebbs.
Feelings poured out onto the page
Love, grief joy and rage.
I wonder why these missives were hidden
Where they evidence of love forbidden.
Love long dead.
(277 Characters)

By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It!:
Mom’s memory was gone. She lived in a nursing home and no longer talked. We had been asking her about the letters from Jerry to no avail.
We wondered if he was someone who would need her current location and condition. They weren’t from dad as he was long gone. These were new.
278 characters

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Letters
“Here!” she said, dropping the bundle of letters on his desk. “Keep them or toss them. It doesn’t matter to me. Everything you wrote in them is bullshit. You said you loved me, begged me to wait for you. I did. But you’re not the same man you were when you wrote these. Goodbye.”
(279 characters)

By Neel at Neel Writes:
LOVE LETTERS
Eyes fall on dust laden stack of love letters.
Mind dumps present; hurtles down memory lane.
I spot her.
There we’re, on a terrace, hands entwined, lips joined, limbs attached.
‘Stop dreaming and take your medicines’.
I’m yanked back to present.
I leave my past.
Her, too.
(280 characters)

By Leara at Leara Writes:
Letters That Keep Me Grounded
I kept them all. Rejection. And I took them to heart.
I used them to build a foundation. I will always remember where I came from because I am standing on it even now.
When the first acceptance letter came I reread them. When more rejection letters come I will add them to the pile.
CC 280

By Anurag at Jagadilmein:
Redundant
No one needs a postman anymore.
Not his customers, the billions of hearts he used to connect to each other.
Not his employer, the Govt., which now looks upon him as a redundancy.
And not even his own family, it appears…or they would have paid me the ransom I was asking for him.
280 characters.

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Special Delivery
There was no such thing as first and second class post then, all letters were important.
These, especially.
They explained why Daddy had to go away; why he couldn’t return.
Sadly, they never arrived, having been stolen by a dishonest postman.
Found 20 years later.
Delivered too late!
(280 characters)

By Ron at Read4Fun:
Bully Up to the Barr
John collected the letters to send later; they would arrive home before him. Sad and embarrassed, he detailed the reasons for meeting someone new. It was the war, you know. Graves Registration sent her recovered effects. Jane cried as her husband read the letters for her aloud.
279 characters

By Margo at That Little Voice:
Memories Remain
Your letters didn’t lessen the pain of your absence, nor alleviate my longing.
I grew lost in grief, and elevated in desire.
I hope you received my letters about Bernard. He was here and available. You were not.
I waved goodbye in the picture.
Thanks for the memories.


Wonderful Roundup everyone! Thank you to all who penned a tweet of a tale in response to that stack of letters. For this week I selected this amazing photograph by JPlenio at pixabay.com of a storm rolling in over a Canada skyline. At least it looks like a storm…or could it be an alien invasion (I know how some of you love that topic 😉)…or the apocalypse? Whatever you see, please consider telling the tale in 280 characters or less (title not included) and I’ll see you at the roundup next week…or at least I hope I will. There’s a storm a comin’! A final note, be sure to link you tale in the comments. pingbacks are acting a little wonky lately. 😊


Twittering Tales #135 – 7 May 2019

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Photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com

A Little Rain…

“They’re calling it the storm of the century. I’m telling you, we need to get to the shelter…now!”

“You go on. Ain’t nothin’ but a thunder storm. People go crazy over a little rain!”

“Come over here. Look. You call that a thunder storm?”

“Holy crap! Where’s that shelter again?!”

~kat

278 Characters


Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

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. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

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!


Twittering Tales #132 -The Roundup

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Photo by Luis Quintero on Unsplash.com

Starting us off…

Pay Phone
“What’s that Gran?”
“Oh that? Well, for a quarter you could call someone and talk to them.”
“So it’s a phone?”
“Yes! I even remember when it only cost a dime!”
“Why would anyone pay?”
“Oh Sarah!” Gran laughed, “that was before smart phones!”
“Wow! That must’ve been a looong time ago!”
279 Characters

By The Dark Netizen:
Payphone
This payphone.
All those years ago, I remember I would stand here and call her. She used to stay in the adjoining building. We would sneak chats whenever we could. One day, a great fire broke out here. She didn’t survive.
I can still listen to her voice, on the payphone receiver…
Character Count: 280

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Hello….
I
dial the number..
I hear
my heart beat
entwined
in every ring..
answer me.. won’t you?
Hello….
all my bruises
melt away
hearing your
grainy voice.

By Di at Pensitivity101:
See how the casing is burnt, yet the handset and cable are unscorched?
The fire was deadly, yet amazingly the line still worked, so they just replaced the damaged parts.
169 characters

By Reena at ReInventions:
Courtship
“This is the phone from which your Grandpa called Grandma before they got married. And they wrote letters on paper with a pen….”
“How quaint! I could have three relationships in the time they took for courtship.”

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
museum of history
‘Dad is this what it really looked like?’
‘Well it’s before my time but yes, I’m sure your Grandad showed me a picture of one once.’
‘But it’s so dirty.’
‘Well it was outside so that anyone could use it and I don’t think they had people to clean them.’
‘Outside and communal, yuck!’
Characters: 278

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
A Fateful Phone Call
As she saw the phone memories flooded back. Standing frantically dialing for assistance while outside a man pulled out a knife.
Her world changed that day.
Luckily, the police came in time, the Phone Box Killer was caught and she ended up marrying the policeman that rescued her.
[279 Characters]

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Phone box
The last rays of the sun lit the payphone bronze. Through the dirty window the pool still looked blue. Letters scratched into the glass their meaning long forgotten. Another abandoned motel in the middle of nowhere. No money to use the phone but there was no one to answer it.
(276 characters)

By Tien at From the Window Seat a new tweeter who couldn’t stop at just one:
Story #1: Who called?
I was a sobbing mess. The call dropped the moment she picked up. This was the fifth time. I hung up before picking up the handset again.
Someone tapped on the glass window and I peered out, tears obscuring my vision.
“Oh, for god’s sake, put in a quarter before you start dialling!”
(280 characters)

Story #2: What Superman?
“Help! Help me please!”
His hypersensitive ears detected that desperate cry four blocks away. Instinctively, he took off his glasses as he looked around for a payphone booth. Bewildered, he looked around harder.
Not a single one nearby!
It was really tough to be Superman these days.
(280 characters)

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Relic
“Why are you stopping the car?” Ana asked.
Luis pointed to a tall, narrow glass enclosure. “That’s a phone booth,” he said.
“A phone booth?” Ana said. “I didn’t know they still had phone booths in the city.”
“Exactly,” Luis said. “That’s why I need to stop and take a picture of it.”
(280 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Make the Call
His fingers played with the business card as he debated one last time whether he wanted to make the call or not–or if this was even real. No phone number, but he knew the code. He read the card again, “Prime digits for a new life.” He left the card for the next sucker.

By Graham at Graham is Just my Name:
The tips of my fingers felt soiled contemplating the greasy buttons.
I cringed, reaching for a clean white handkerchief.
The phone rang.
I held the handset well away from my ear.
“Deep breaths.
Tomorrow no handkerchief.
Repeat after me.
OCD is treatable.“

By John at The Magic Shop:
Last Call
It was winter again and he was freezing. But, he had a job to do and that’s all that mattered. He couldn’t let anyone answer the phone. It had been ringing continuously for so long now, that he lost track of time. He just knew that if that call was ever picked-up, it would mean the end of the world.
300 Characters

By Susan at Susan’s Place:
That’s a Phone?
Outside, it was rainy, weather, you didn’t want to be out in. Inside this little bar was a different story. The place was packed, the drinks flowing. A guy tapped me on the shoulder asking if they could use my phone. Pointing to the front door I said there’s a payphone right there. Looking confused, I said, come on, I’ll show you how to use it.
Characters 280

By Larry at East Elmhurst.A.Go.Go:
That Was Yesterday and Yesterday’s Gone
It’s 1970 and I’m in St. Gabriel’s. Brother James and Brother Edmond are finished with glee club practice so I have to call my parents. I reach for the phone and wake up to the sound of my cell phone. My parents are deceased. Those Brothers are now on my Facebook friend list.

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
It is a relic of the past standing on the corner
Waiting for someone to step in and put a few coins
In the slot and dial a number
Wanting to talk to a loved one
Or sharing some urgent news
This is how life was in those days of the past
When even news traveled in a moderate pace
No rushing or chasing around trying to catch our own tail!
Character count; 266

By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It!:
I was in a bad part of town, I pulled out my phone to call for help. I dropped the phone and it broke. Useless!
Looking around I spotted an old pay phone. I searched frantically for a coin to use, wondering if the phone was still working. Dropped in a coin. I heard a dial tone.
277 characters

By Milly at Truly Milly:
All Your Secrets
No one uses me anymore ever since they invented the smartphone and the internet. Someday, I’ll get revenge by telling the world all the secrets from all the conversations I’ve listened to. Who cheated on who. Who murdered who.
Someday, this old payphone will get revenge.

By Anuarg at Jagadilmein:
Kids These Days!
I hunted around for a coin, but nothing….I was as broke as I’d been this morning.
“Wouldn’t happen to have a quarter on ya, would ya?” I asked the girl.
The unreasonable brat just stared at me.
How on earth was I supposed to contact her Dad for ransom if I couldn’t call him up?
280 characters.

By Neel at NeelWritesBlog:
MOVING ON…
Will he, won’t he?
Trapped in a maze of conflicting thoughts, she stupefyingly stared at the phone booth even as a bumble bee of office goers brushed past.
Finally, emotion won over reason___she stabbed the numbers.
No response.
‘Bastaard’ The words were a spat.
It’s time to move on.
280 Characters

By Deborah at A Wise Woman’s Journey:
Waiting To Exhale
After staying up all night to muster up the courage
to make the most important call of her life,
she left a message and stood outside
the booth staring at the phone
waiting in silent, bated breath for the phone
to ring and hear love return her call…
so she could finally exhale.
Character Count:  278

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The emergency survival packs had been set up for years, they were all over the city.
They held weapons, ammunition, water, food, and a radio.
Each agent had a unique access code to punch in on the keyboard, and a voice code to verify.
What the hell was the cat’s name I’d chosen?
(279 characters)

By Ennle at Abandoned Aminities:
No Connections
The dream recurred
Over and over, in which
I tried to call my mom but
Could never get through;
Problems with the line or
I had the number wrong;
She didn’t answer or
Couldn’t hear me.
Decades later I realized
The dream was telling me
She and I would never
Connect…it wasn’t
About the phone.

By JP at JP the Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Deserted
The streets were deserted. The city was deserted. Tarna had passed through many places on her journey south, all the same, deserted. Tarna knew there would be few survivors of the war, still she had hoped to find someone. Tarna’s eyes fell on an old pay phone. It was ringing.

By Daisy at DaisiesDotMe:
The Haunted Booth
On a rainy night, locating a dilapidated booth in the market corner, he scurried to make an urgent call. Just as his wet hands grabbed the receiver to dial, a voice at the other end said
“Hello! I was waiting for you “!
A cold sweat trickled, sending shivers down his spine!
(274 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
The phone booth was kept by the detectives. It had been used to give the warning. “This is the IRA. There is a bomb timed to explode in 30 minutes. It is in a bar used by your soldiers outside Chelsea barracks. The codeword is Shamrock.” There were three bars, we never had enough time…

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Darn….
My car broke down, my phone was dead. Stranded in an area away from civilization, I started walking to find help. Suddenly spotted a payphone. I prayed and inserted a coin. Couldn’t believe my luck when I heard the dial tone. But darn…
I couldn’t remember a single number!
Letter count : 278

By Deb at Twenty Four:
Mandy must have been desperate to try the old pay phone at the corner of Main and First, or that was the conclusion they had arrived at.
Desperate about what, you ask. Well, they had never reached a consensus about that and now it was too late.
She committed suicide you see.
(275 characters)

By Indhu at Always:
The Game
Sam reached the lane as per the chit in his hand. There was an unused old phone booth.
He found a number on the dirty glass pane of the booth. He dialed it. He could barely hear the voice. He noted down the cryptic message.
“I love treasure hunts!” he shouted as he hurried out.
<277 characters>

By Ron at Read4Fun:
Co-ed bathrooms are OK, but Super Woman will hate it. There used to be doors from foot to taller than me. Who decided we should be publicly visible from the groin down? And who woulda’ thought aliens can write? In the interests of modesty, we will just have to be more cape-able.
279 characters

By Namitha at The Cosmo Dame:
Is it important?
“What is this, Mama?”
“It’s a phone, to call someone you miss”
“Why do you have go away from someone whom you know you will miss, mama”
“It’s a struggle for name and fame!”
“Is it that important, Mama?”
Character count: 202


The old Payphone had quite a few stories to tell! Well done everyone! Thank you for helping to make this the biggest round up yet. And welcome to our newest tweetertalers. We’re so glad you gave it a go! I hope everyone had fun! For this week, in honor of Earth Day, a photo by WikiImages at Pixabay.com that gives us a celestial view of our beloved blue planet. What’s going on in this photo…or maybe the question should be, what’s going on below? The possibilities are infinite! Tell us your tale in 280 characters or less and I’ll see you when we land next week at the roundup. Most of all, have fun! 3-2-1 lift off! It’s gonna be a blast!


Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

Photo by WikiImages at Pixabay.com

It’s all fun and games until…

“How do you get a baby astronaut to go to sleep? Rocket…What do planets like to read? Comet books! I got more…”

“Enough jokes Smitty. Just get the antenna redirected and…”

“Hey guys, how do you say hello in Martian?”

“No more jokes!”

“I’m not joking guys. We’ve got company!”

~kat

278 Characters

 

 

 

 


Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019

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. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

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 Tales #124 “Lost” – The Roundup

Photo by Gavilla @ Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
Lost
“It’s right here! Just like I told ya’s.”
“But the club is on River Bend. We’re on Canal.”
“I saw a cafe on the corner.”
“Admit it Bud. We’re lost.”
“Shhhh Anne…”
“Oh they can’t hear us. How ‘bout it Sue, lattes and scones?”
“Perfect.”
Ten minutes later…
“Hey where are the girls?” 
~kat
278 Characters

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Struggle
he had travelled
the seven seas 
and 
the seven continents…
yet
he struggles 
to find his way
strange is his name
-Mr Wind…

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Lost
All morning wandering around the city. They’d seen many places of interest. None in the right place though! Stopping to discuss where to have their picnic. Dave made a discovery. ‘Bob’ he scolded ‘you’re using that map upsidedown.’ Karen muttered ‘should of gone to Specsavers.’
(Characters 279)

By Nova at My Namaste 365:
Typical Tourists
“The Trade Center Towers memorial is 350 kilometers past that bus stop, mate!” Geraghty emphasizes. 
“Oh poppycock! That isn’t even a bus stop,” Omar followed,” It’s a trash can. Put your glasses on.” Geraghty chuckled a bit, while searching for his bifocals. 
“Ah, lad, you’re right. I see now that it is a stop sign.” Geraghty commented. “Yesh!” Omar whispered. “Franz, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier is there, to the left of The Washington Monument.”
The problem that kept repeating; however, is that drivers were on the left side of the street.
546 Characters – Nova mentioned that she was having trouble with the 280 characters on her blog. Keep trying Nova. You’ll get it. 😉

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Helpful Directions
“Excuse me, we’re lost. Can you tell us where we can find a hotel?”
“Sure, Buddy, straight down there, turn right at the garden centre. It’s number 11. The best hotel in town.”
When they arrived a sign by the door said: “Welcome to the House of Desire”.
“Looks nice,” Keith said.
[276 Characters]

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Damn Tourists
I hate them. The tourists. Always stopping me on the street, asking me how to get to here or there. Do I look like a freakin’ tour guide? Haven’t they ever heard of Google Maps? Type in the name of where you want to go and it shows you a detailed map directing you there. Sheesh!
(279 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
A New Day
First day jitters got to everyone that morning. It was understandable after what had happened, and they were happy just to have won the lottery – millions did not. George and Jen headed out with map in hand to find the coffee shop. They were happy when two campus guides helped.
278 Characters

By Reena at ReInventions:
Born Without
You were born without a sense of direction. And I am fool enough to plan these trips with you….
Trust me, I remember that we have to go left from here. We did that last time.
 <Sigh> Last time was when you were ten years old….
“Dad, we have Google maps,”  interjected a sane voice.

By The Dark Netizen:
Map
“Ron, I think we have to go that way.”
“I agree with you, Bud.”
“Guys, are you sure we are going the right way?”
“Yep.”
“Sure?”
“Positive. You ladies need not worry about a thing.”
“Oh boys, we are not worried about anything, other than reaching the Annual Cartographers Meet, on time.”
Character Count: 280

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Lost
‘OK everyone. We’re looking for 15 Piedmont,’ he said.
‘ We take a left, then the second left and next left’.
‘According to the map that will bring us back here you idiot’.
‘That’s right. It’s behind us.’
‘Very funny Joe’.
218 characters

By Tina at Tina Stewart Brakebill:
The Annual Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Caper
Six years. No wins. But now it was Frank’s turn. Ten days building alliances. Then a little misdirection. That’s all. It wasn’t cheating. It wasn’t! Real Road fans didn’t need directions to Sprague’s Super Service. He’d be wearing that Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Crown by day’s end!
279 characters

By Regina at Help from Heaven:
Entertaining Angels
They saw the couple poring over the map. Margaret thought they should just keep walking and let someone else help them. But Jim went over and and asked if he could help. The couple were so thankful. Later, Jim said to his wife, “You never know if we just entertained angels.”
(275 characters)

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
it’s all fun and games…
‘It’s definitely down here!’
‘We’re never going to win at this rate.’
‘Darling I think the map was the wrong way up…that’s fine you two go ahead, why listen to me.’
‘If Jim ever says the words orienteering, competition and fun in the same sentence again remind me that I’m busy.’
Characters: 278

By Melanie at Sparks from a Combustible Mind:
Twittering (and no texting)
Rory * hated this.  If you stopped for directions, every idiot with a vocal cord would show up to ‘assist’ you. Rory looked at the map again. The bald guy, unasked, kept insisting they go down the road clearly marked “DEAD END”.  Rory should have followed his own instincts.   
(characters: 274)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
They were sure they had the right address. They hadn’t visited Grandma in a few years.
Where her house used to be was a new shopping mall.
They argued until one remembered Grandma saying to meet her in front of the butchers.
The butchers was where her old house once stood.

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Tourist Traps
“Eiffel Tower? Just take a left,” I told the couple, “and then the 2nd right.”
The couple thanked us eagerly and moved on.
“That’s one good deed done for the day,” said my wife.
“Yup,” I agreed, “Sparky is going to be real grateful when these rich bozos stumble right into his arms.”
280 characters.

By Deb at Twenty Four:
It had been a lovely evening, all the family had gathered to celebrate her hundredth birthday and she had felt both loved and honored but then it happened.
The great grandchildren decided it would be amusing to bring out the candid photos.
It wasn’t.
(248 characters)

By Sadje at Keep it Alive:
Lost
Are we lost?
Of course not, I am never lost. I always know where I am and where I am going.
Then I think we should ask someone for the way
But we aren’t lost, I just told you
Let me have a look at the map maybe I can figure it out
No it’s okay we are almost there.
Sigh!
Character count= 276

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Not In My Neighborhood
Found this map on the internet. Look at this; they are everywhere! I thought the government would give us notice a few days before they placed one of them in our neighborhood. According to this map, they are everywhere among us. It’s time to move again, but where? Hide the kids!
279 characters

By John at Broadsides:
“Look, you go down this block until you reach a little cross, then you choose which block to take next” “Blocks are so frustrating,” said his wife, “why can’t we just wander about like we used to?” “But they make it easy to navigate, you’ll never get lost or confused again” “Bloody stupid blocks” said his daughter.

By JP at The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Oblivious
People stood on the street outside the offices of Paranormal Investigations arguing over directions. Heedless of the sullen thrumming coming from the building’s interior, they chattered on. They didn’t even hear the shrieks as the ground split swallowing the entire city block.
character count 280

By The Indieshe:
“To cure us of our cyber megalomania, the crafty Grandpa set up a treasure trail in the old town with a holiday in Paris as the prize.
With our smartphones confiscated,we were given maps to find our way.We had no Google to find how to read the Map.
Grandpa won and is in Paris!”
(276 characters)

By Jo at A Creative PTSD Gal:
Lou’s on 66
‘Look, Bruce, if we go left here we’ll get right back on to Route 66.’
‘I see that Leo but if we want to eat at Lou’s we need to go straight.’
The two men argued about the Route 66 trip while their wives snickered.
‘Should we tell them Lou’s is around the corner?’
‘Yeah, and on 66?’
Character Count: 280

By Maranda at Maranda Russell:
Route 66
“Route 66? I remember that road.”
“Great, thanks for the reminiscing, but that doesn’t tell us how to get there.”
“That is a road you only find by following your heart, not a map.”
“Thanks Big Bird, but we aren’t exactly looking for Sesame Street!”
“Shame..I could get you there too.”

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Anthony was not told where his transplanted arm had come from.
He would have loved to know so that he could thank the family of the donor.
He was happy with his new limb, but there were a couple of things that irked him.
The worst of these was the constant urge to give Nazi salutes!
(280 characters)

By Margo at That Little Voice:
Lost in Twittering Tales
“Go 30 meters, that way, turn left. Go 100 meters, around the circle, take the first exit to the right, drive that way for another block.”
“But the map says…”
“No, no, go that way, you can’t miss it, unless you miss the curve at the end of the cul-de-sac…”

By Leena at Soul Connection:
Road Trip
“R v gng 2reach destinatn 2day?”She Askd Fldng Hnds
He Tk Map Frm His Frnd To avd Her Stern Look Frm Glasses
“Ahem we r on rgt track.Turn frm tht block n we wl b thr”His Frnd Tried To Assure
“I think v lost for 3rd tym.Unfrgtfl nvr endng road trip”She Put Her Hnds In Pckt”Lets Gooo”

I loved all the dialogue this week. Well done everyone! And welcome to our newcomers. I hope you’ll be back. I noticed a few of you picked up on the Route 66 decals on the tourists’ matching jackets. Great attention to detail. Thank you for joining the challenge last week. For this week, a familiar scene. Pillows. But there could be so many stories behind this unmade bed. Insomnia, rebellious teenagers, the heartbreak of chronic illness, a crime scene, love’s afterglow. Oh the tales these pillows could tell…if pillows could talk! Do tell. What are the pillows telling you! (in 280 characters or less of course). I’ll see you at the Roundup next week! Have fun!


Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019

Photo by Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com

The Unmade Bed

The officer scratched his head, “I’m sorry ma’am, what’s the problem? This is your son’s room? Is he missing?”

“He’s at school.”

“Um, OK. How old?”

“He’s 15. He’s always been such a neat boy. Then this! Something’s terribly wrong. Drugs maybe?”

“I’m afraid he’s a teenager ma’am.”

~kat
280 characters



Twittering Tales #121 – 29 January 2019

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. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

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 #120 – The Roundup

Photo by Juan Pablo at Pexels.com

Starting us off:
It was Lilah’s spot; the window overlooking 3rd and Main. 
“You can set your clock by her,” said one barista. “Yep…8:15 am.” 
She’d order a coffee, black, and watch the city come to life. And wait to catch a glimpse of him. 
One day she’d get the courage to say hello. One day.
~kat
276 Characters

By The Dark Netizen:
Lonely
I look out of the window and watch the busy world.
I see how they enjoy. Their interactions look fun. Their conversations, fights, romances, even their simple hellos.
I wish I could have all of that. I miss it tremendously. It tends to get lonely.
Here, in this mirror dimension…
Character Count: 279

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Window
somewhere between
fighting for
the window seat
and willingly swapping 
the window seat
for a aisle seat
we all grew up… 

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Lost in Thought
She was sitting inside, staring off into space, lost in thought.
I stood outside looking in at her. She seemed not to notice me.
I used my phone to take a picture of her.
I knocked on the glass, held up my phone, and showed her the screen.
She smiled and waved at me to come inside.
(280 characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
Muse
The face pressed against the glass is an inspiration. I admire it each time I pass through the street. I am moved by the haunting smile and eyes.
The artist has done a great job. I would like to do something similar, if the muse is as good as her 😊
(247 characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
A Face in the Window
She was just a face in the window.
She was always there when he passed at 8:15 on his way to work.
He often thought she was looking at him, but whenever he came close, she looked away.
The sight of her face always cheered him up.
One day he’d get the courage to go in and say hello.
[280 Characters]

By Di at Pensitivity101:
It had all started here, in this place, at this table.
His arrival with the tray broke her reverie.
‘You remembering too?’ he asked.
She smiled and looked at the ring on her finger.
‘Tea for two, but last time the ring was in a box with the scones.’
245 characters

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Someday
They were there again, by the community garden entrance. She was laughing and he was smiling. I couldn’t help but smile too as next week that would be me with him. Once she was gone, he would see I was truly the only one for him. I pay my bill and giggle as I begin phase two.
276-character 

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
A Girl by the Window
Her debut novel ‘ A girl by the window’ catapulted Kaira from an unknown girl to a celebrity novelist. Now signing autographed copies of her book, her mind drifted back to the days when she sat by the coffee shop window observing people, where the idea of the novel was conceived.
Letter count: 280

By Joe at The Diary of a Country Bumpkin:
She was looking out of the window, what she was thinking, she looked wistful and I passed by without further thought. It was only later that I saw her photo on Facebook, when her friends had reported her suicide. I never knew her but I shall never forget, the girl in the window.

By Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind:
Sarah stared out the window.  They had met on the subway.  She’d noticed his green eyes.  He caught her looking at him, and smiled.  They agreed to meet at this coffee shop, but it looked like he wouldn’t show.  No problem.  The fantasy was probably better than the real thing.   
(character count 277)

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Queen of the Road
Soon, she told herself, I will escape. She’d got her HGV licence two weeks ago. She was longing to tell her awful boss to stick his job, to sick his slimy hands and leud suggestions.
As soon as she got the result of her interview. She’d walk out of here and be Queen of the Road.
(278 Characters)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
She travelled expectant he would show.
Giddy with anticipation
She looked for the pink cravat, his telltale sign.
She remembered their correspondence, his wit and funny idiosyncrasies.
Around her people came and went.
Along the bar was a pink cravat.
Devastated she knew what it meant.
(279 characters)

By John at The Magic Shop:
Omelette
How much longer would she have to wait for her damn western omelette? A few cracked eggs, simple job. She looks out at the bagel place, wishing she had chosen them this morning. Thirty minute felt like an eternity, when that insatiable breakfast hunger controlled your destiny.
279 characters

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
New Beginnings
She saw him come down the street and her face lit up. He’d never let her down, she just knew it.
He came in and they kissed eagerly.
“Are you ready?” he whispered.
She just nodded.“Then come, let’s rob ourselves a bank,” Clyde said as he took Bonnie’s hand and led her out.
272 characters.

By Ron at Read4Fun:
Returned Soles
Ivy and Jairhead loved the National Games. Yesterday the King shut down the games to save money for his Palace Towers. The entire team protested, throwing their shoes in a pile. Jairhead rescued Ivy’s shoes from the mess. He remembered her size. Her ugly family would be pissed.
279 characters

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
She has big dreams
Dreams of success
Dreams of a deep love
Dreams of meeting
The perfect guy one day
Meanwhile she is sitting
Here and waiting
Her eyes are searching
Her mind is calculating
The time it’s going to take
To get her second cup of latte
Character count #250

By Ponnz at The Swan Song:
Song of Love
Dancing coffee steams
Gentle light of dozing sun
Escorted his way along
With her eyes and heart
A love unrequited, at once
A tommorow she longed for
To feel again, song of love
in the tunes of her heart
Character count: 195

By Hayley at The Story Files:
People Watching
When inspiration didn’t come for her novels, Darcy would go to Corner Cafe and people watch whilst she sipped a latte. Sometimes little dramas would play out which Darcy could use and other times just daydreaming about the lives around her helped.

By JP at The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Dreams of Spring
I wonder what tomorrow holds
sunshine fair or winds so cold?
Will the sky be blue and sun be bright
or will dark clouds rain til comes the night?
I wonder what the day will bring
will squirrels play and robins sing?
As Winter ends so Spring will follow
I wonder, will she come tomorrow?
Character count 279

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
Writer’s Block
It’s been long since Maya published her novel.
Every day she would look through the glass of her favourite coffee shop for inspiration for her next. But all she gets is cars zooming past.
She wondered whether this is writer’s block or just she has nothing to say…
Character Count : 263

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
I have nothing to say.
My heart is empty, my mind a blank!
I can’t even post a photo of my meal because I haven’t eaten since you left.
In truth, I haven’t done anything since you left!
All I do is sit here and remember the good times.
There were lots of them.
Now there are none!
(274 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
When I remember, long ago, how we wandered, hand in hand, down these
familiar streets and lanes, and paused and kissed and told each other how much we were in love, and now, you cheating bastard, I wait to kill you.

By Margo at That Little Voice:
1956 Chevy
“It’s beautiful, but…”
“But what?”
“I can’t have it.”
“Why?”
“Where would I park a 1956 Chevy that smells like sex?”
“Under the same bridge your grandparents parked it when they did their part in creating you.”
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah, that’s what they said too.”

Awesome Round Up! Thank you to everyone who participated this week. As always, there is a wide range of interpretations. And it was also brought to my attention by our friend Kristian that we have a few tales that could very well be parts of the same story. See if you can figure out which ones. I love when that happens. 🙂


Twittering Tales #121 – 29 January 2019

Photo by Oleg Magni at Pexels.com

She knew the recipe by heart. Butter, flour and sugar, a few drops of vanilla. These days bakers use fancy appliances to mix the dough, but not Irene. She’d press the flour and butter between her fingertips Into a buttery dough. “Makes the cookies sweeter,” she’d say with a wink.

~kat

278 Characters


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