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Twittering Tales #130 – 2 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 #129 -The Roundup

Starting us off..
Canary Test Fail
“Poor bastards. They thought those damn birds would save ‘em.”
“Let’s just do what we came here for.” Agent Shultz sighed, as he tugged at one of the cages.
The chemical attack had been swift. The birds died instantly, and along with them, the people who placed their hope in them.
~kat
279 Characters

By MSJadeli at Tao Talk:
Steel webs hold sorrow captive 
and trap the remembering of 
folly or random ends. 
hopes also trapped
for happy returns.
how selfish.
let them fly free,
souls flitting,
sparkling 
jewels.
on a cosmic ocean
they will play —
and wait
for you —
there.
[237 characters]

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
beacon
My father used to say they were there to catch wishes and I believed him because I was too young to be there as night fell. When I was old enough to watch people light the candles, put them inside and raise them to the sky I realised it wasn’t wishes they caught but memories.
Characters: 276

By Reena at ReInventions:
Cages
“The birds have been set free.”
“Not all. This is a red light area, and there are many inside the cages inside the building. Call the police for a rescue operation.”
I wonder why some faces in the room turned red.
(211 characters)

By The Dark Netizen:
Cages
Here they come, the supposed saviours.
They have come to challenge me. No doubt they want to defeat me and take possession of the keys to the cages. Do they think that they can free their captured kin from my grasp so easily? I am not letting them have my pets.
They are all mine…
Character Count: 280

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Birdman
They called him Birdman. He strung birdcages on wires between the buildings. They thought it was pleasant and enjoyed the chirping of all of the birds.
But then he got carried away. Too many cages. Too much noise. Too much bird poop falling on the kids playing in the alley below.
(279 characters)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Part One:
No-one was allowed to keep a pet in their apartment, but there was nothing to say they couldn’t have one outside.
113 characters.
Part Two:
The Bird has flown.
19 characters
Part Three:
Now all her kids were grown, somehow the empty nest syndrome didn’t seem so bad.
80 characters.

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
Empty Cages
The cages lay empty..
They have always been empty..
These cages were installed in hope that birds and humans can coexist together..
But who would want to live with the humans who took their home to create concrete jungle.
Character Count : 218

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
To Appreciate the Cage, You Need To Be Outside
They appeared overnight. No one knew who’d hung the cages across the street. Someone with too much leisure time, no doubt.
The street artist turned from the gawping crowd, the look of enjoymentclear on her face.
The message was to appreciate your freedom before it’s too late.
[278 Character]

By Regina at Help From Heaven:
Free to Live Our Best Lives
Guilt and shame are like cages,
Holding us hostages by their lies,
Making us believe we cannot change,
No matter how hard we have tried.
But, let’s look in our mirrors,
Forgiving ourselves for past sins.
Then the doors of our cages will open,
Freeing us to live our best lives again.
(277 characters)

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Caged Memories!
Their affair had been wonderful till it lasted. Everything was going their way until life threw up some unexpected twists which led to their eventual breakup.
Free, yet caged to the innumerable memories they shared as a couple, didn’t help Tia get over it. Was she really free?
letter count : 278

By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It!:
The landlords would not allow pets in the apartments so all the residents got birds or small dogs or cats and hung the cages in the alleyway around the wash on the lines. The landlords couldn’t complain since they were technically not in the apartments themselves.
265 characters

By Ennle at Abandoned Amenities:
The Birds Knew
It was always the birds
From first glimpse
Outside his window.
He despised the city
But for birds’ flutter
Winged song his
Preferred company
Conversation
Society he related to
Familiar with cages.
Uncomfortable amid
Human babbling ~
Made no sense to him
But the birds knew
His spirit, language.
280 characters

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Robirds
Opening my window, I smoked my first cig of the morning. The cages strung between apartment blocks were filled with brightly colored, noisy birds. As a child, I’d thought them real and tried to set them free but there were no animals and those birds are robots.

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Those Were The Days
This used to be the most beautiful street in the city, wildly popular among residents as well as tourists.
But not anymore.
Not since the epidemic, after which the cages had to be emptied.
After all, no bird in his right mind would want to see a dead, rotting human in a cage.
274 characters.

By Jo at A Creative PTSD Gal:
Trapping Wings
$10,000 REWARD!
Small songbird escaped May 4th.
She has gold wings, pearl beak…’
Ell recalled the poster when she saw a bird with actual gold wings and beak of pearl.
She thought, ‘The sweet songs are lovely but I think she’s worth more than the reward.’
That day she set her traps.
Character Count: 280

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Birdcage Walk.
No one noticed the eggs arrival.They incubated on their own. The chicks were put in cages and hung between the buildings. The birds thrived growing to huge proportions. People came from all over to see them. They renamed the road Birdcage Walk. Then one day the cages were empty.
(279 Characters)

By Deborah at A Wise Woman’s Journey:
Caged Souls
Caged souls
that…
cannot sing
lying in wait
for release
whilst in the
midst of their
dark season
of healing
and their
broken wings
are mended
to fly
far and beyond
the pain that
took their life
and become
the lyrics
that sing
to the other
caged souls
that are
lying in wait
lifting their spirits
and filling them
with hope
to carry
them through
until…
it is their time
to fly
far and beyond
the pain
that killed them.

By John at Broadsides:
Noah was concerned. His plan to have a male and female of every species of bird that flew across the earth was getting out of hand.. He was going to need a bigger boat.

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Birds Twitter
The narrow streets protected the cages from sound wave attacks. EMP had destroyed all digital technology in the first few hours. Then came the bio attacks that killed so many humans. Now all communication was by carrier birds. Like the past, the bird was the word. Big Bird rules.
280 characters

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
It was a huge turnout for the inaugural “Invisible Hot Air Balloon Convention.”
The baskets had to be in the form of bird cages, but otherwise there were no restrictions. Balloons could be any shape and size, and colour.
Everyone was ecstatic.
Me, I just couldn’t see the attraction!
(279 characters)

By Graham at Graham is Just My Name:
The Bird Liberators are hanging empty cages in all major cities this weekend to remind us that caging has been a criminal offence since 2028.
Their leader, Robin Perch, announced a rebrand, as the RoboBird Liberators, following a recent rise in the popularity of Robobird cagings. (279 characters)

By Deb at Twenty Four:
She had high hopes when she saw the advert, two bedroom townhouse close to transport and the city centre and it was at a price tag even she could afford.
Now though, as she looked out of the window, the last comment made a disturbing kind of sense.
Must not own a bird.
Yep.
(273 characters)

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
It certainly made a statement, as was his aim. All these empty birdcages suspended between the alley walls. He got lot of coverage in the social media for this stunt. When the big new network interviewed him and ask the rationale behind this he told them that this represented the soul of the society.
Character count; 243

By Linda Lee at Charmed Chaos:
Vanished
The wee ones had never seen a bird, or heard their lilting songs. But Claire remembers well. Brilliant feathers, in all the colors of the rainbow. Haunting melodies that carried on the wind night and day. And then, they were gone, vanished in thin air, and the world fell silent.

By JP at The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
The Ebony Wisps
The Ebony Wisps had sharp talons and needle-like teeth. They feared only one thing, birds. The children strung open cages between the buildings inviting the birds to come. The birds loved the new homes and twittered merrily away while dive bombing any Wisp that came within reach.
character count 280

By Tina at Tina Stewart Brakebill:
Empty Cages
No one saw them come. They just appeared overnight. Cages. Thousands of them, millions probably. Everywhere. We stared. Pointed. Hypothesized. Made bets on what had been inside, where they had run off to. Nobody guessed the cages weren’t really empty. Until it was too late.


So…a little bird told me…not really, I just wanted to use that line. Well done everyone. Welcome new tweeters! Thank you to everyone who gave last week’s challenge a go. For this week a Photo prompt by Marc Schäfer at Unsplash.com that begs an answer. “Things I wanted to say…but never did.” You could tell a proper tale with unspoken, spoken dialog, a tale of regret…or if you’re game, this is your chance to get something off your chest. No diatribes allowed, mind you…you only have 280 characters to spill those beans. At any rate have fun! I’m listening…And I’ll see you at the roundup!


Twittering Tales #130 – 2 April 2019

Photo by Marc Schäfer at Unsplash.com

You Had Me At…

I could never bring myself to say it. There were so many opportunities. Times we passed in the hall. That rainy day I held the door as you rushed by, damp hair smelling of cologne. Rememember? Why would you. Now I’m left to wonder what might have been if only I’d said ‘hello’.

~kat

277 Characters

p.s. I loathe WP’s new “wonderful blocks”. It makes doing summary posts a nightmare! Just saying. Rant over! Happy Tweeting!

 


Twittering Tales #129 – 26 March 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 #128 – The Roundup

Starting us off…
They Call Me Yoda
I was joking when I said, I wanted to come back as one of their dogs. Didn’t think I’d be dying so soon. 
Now, here I am, a pug! I couldn’t be a Shepherd or a Rottweiler? 
Anyhow, they call me Yoda. And they do treat me good. You might not believe it, but this is my happy face.
~kat
277 Characters

By MSJadeli at Tao Talk
Please Tell Me Why
When Dr. Jekyll asked my two-legged if I wanted to be part of a cutting-edge animal research experiment, why, oh why, did she agree. They put me in one pod and the octopus in the other, linked the pods, and flipped the switch. Now look at me. I’ll never play fetch again. You should see him!
[292 characters]

By The Dark Netizen:
Hooman
Humans are not a very smart species.
My hooman however, is not your average human. She’s way less smart. Don’t mistake me. She’s a lovely person and loves me a lot. But not the brightest bulb.
She keeps the air conditioning so low sometimes. I need to wrap myself up in a blanket…
Character Count: 280

By Reena at ReInventions:
Warmth
Warmth has a new meaning since you entered my life. I worry seeing the wrinkled lines of tension on your face, and then realize that you are happy…. Why am I being a fool? I’ve never loved anyone as much.
You are the blanket of emotional security that covers me…. I hope, forever.(279 characters)

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
On Guard
My humans keep telling me how cute I am but I’m not really listening. Instead I am watching the human with the black box that keeps setting off a blinky light, anytime I move I am put back in this position and given a treat, seems suspicious.
Must not fall asleep, must stay alert.
Characters: 280

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Pug in a Towel
They said he’d been traumatized before he was dropped off at the shelter wrapped in a towel.
They said he would need patience and understanding from a loving family.
They said it would take some time.
They didn’t say he’d wrap himself in that old towel and whimper all the time.
(278 characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Pugs in Blankets
She wrapped him in a tassel blanket and gave a laugh.
She took the picture and added it to her dating profile labelled ‘Pugs in Blankets’.
Her Pug thought “Silly girl! Take me for a walk and I’ll find the perfect guy. You can tell the best humans by the way they treat their dogs.”
[280 Characters]

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Pug Face
Back from a quick lunchtime walk, both my pug and I were soaked to the bone. We stood shivering in the hallway, wondering why we had risked going outside in monsoon style weather.
Grabbing towels, I wrapped us both up and saw my pug’s face saying it all.

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
What Did You Do?
I tried to be careful. I did. Accidents will happen though. I didn’t think it would look as bad as it did after it dried. Instead of a small spot, it was now a blot on her favorite shawl. Her keys turned in the bolt. Quick hide! Look cute! Look sad! Look apologetic! I’m sorry!
277 characters

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Going to the Dogs
All I needed was an heir to the Throne. Eleanor birthed Mary, a girl. To her castle! Anne gave me a girl. To the block! I’ve heard the country is going to the dogs and I’ve been accused of going to extremes. But this one looks the best of the litter. We’ll work on the coronation.
280 characters

By Di at Pensitivity101: (It’s a record!)
Pug in a Blanket
Well it worked for E.T!
23 characters

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Pug in a Blanket
Azriel was missing, Mike and Gabe had searched hi and low to no avail.Satan was enjoying watching them.The Big Man had located him. Sitting on the bed at flat 23, swaddled in a blanket. OMG she’s cute Dave I love her so much. Azriel cringed at the word she. Satan was having fun.
(280 Characters)

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
Pug in a Blanket
First day is always the toughest. He won’t settle down and won’t stop uttering the tiny whines. I gave him a cuddle and a hug, a treat to make him happy. In the end I realized that he just wants to cuddle in a blanket on my bed.
Character count; 229

By Anita at For the Love Of:
Pug-amus Wisdom
Come one, come all as I tell you a tale
Of wisdom I gathered though I am frail
One concerning my masters who throw me in the cold
To do my business, good grief this really gets old
Will spring or warmth ever show their bright side?
I think not as I snuggle with blanky deep inside

By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It!:
It seemed like a pile of dirty rags just lying there on her bed. Samantha stared. It hadn’t been there this morning. Unsure what it was exactly, she was surprised when it not only moved, but a cry sounded within. She jumped back expecting a rat. Instead it was a cute pug.
272 characters

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Give Me Red
I wrap myself in Grandma’s favourite blanket and wait.
I can still smell her sweet scent on it. She’d been so loving, so caring, so… tasty. 
I just hope little Red Riding Hood has taken after her.
198 characters.

By Daisy at FreshDaisiesDotMe:
You’re (a) Love Gift
You’re the evening soft and velvety
You’re the morning peachy and fuchsia
You’re the moment that’s relieved and blessed
You’re the love that’s pure and virgin
You’re a pug snug in the rug
A love gift wrapped in fur

By Deb at Twenty Four:
When she’d heard the news she’d been so excited, for it was one of her favourite movies and she’d been thrilled when she won tickets to the premiere.
It was only after she’d taken her seat that she wondered why so few were attending.
The opening credits explained it all – E-Pug.
(277 characters)

By Linda at Charmed Chaos:
Unconditional Love
When I was a human I was unloved and unwanted. On my deathbed, I made a wish; to come back as a dog. And it happened, here I am wrapped in a blanket, loved beyond reason. You want to know what’s funny? As a human I never knew you had to love unconditionally in order to be loved.

By JPP at JP the Wide-eyed Wanderer:
Sandworm of Arrakis
So, this is it. I work my tail off to get into field work. Eight years as a Class 1 senior MIB agent and THIS is the disguise I get? Freakin’ Annelids. I’ll get those stupid worm guys if it’s the last things I do. I’ll teach them not to dress ME up like an Arraki Sandworm.
character count 277

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
You think this is funny?
Cute?
Sweet?
Ah, I want one just like that?
Well, let me tell you matey, this ain’t any of the above.
It is agony!
I have an itch on my nose that I cannot scratch, AND I’m bursting for a pee.
The minute I get out of here I’m going to pee in every shoe I can find!
(280 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
I have loads of fronds who all like me, on Facebook, Twitter, Vimeo, Tumblr, Snapchat, LinkedIn, WhatsApp, Instagram, Pinterest, and YouTube, but most of all I have a human friend who likes me and takes me for walks.

By Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
p.i.p.*
I’m in hiding. Disguised as a lumpy blanket. On an unmade bed.
A Kat plans to pugnap me. Force me to be an internet influencer. A YouTube Yahoo.
So, I’m incognito til Twittering Tale #130.
If you don’t cat me out, it’s worth a kilo of kibble.
Yawn. Going under-the-radar-sheets.
(279 characters)
*pug in peril


Thank you everyone for participating in Twittering Tales last week. It was such a cute photo. I couldn’t resist. And you did not disappoint. I loved your tales. For this week, an interesting photo by Tony Dinh at Unsplash.com. What is the story here? This is a real place in Sydney Australia called “Angel Place.” Look it up if you need some inspiration. I trust you will come up with some fantastic tweets! Take a week to simmer on it if you like. You have 280 characters to tell your tale. And I’ll see you at the round up!

Twittering Tales #129 – 26 March 2019

Photo by Tony Dinh at Unsplash.com

Canary Test Fail

“Poor bastards. They thought those damn birds would save ‘em.”

“Let’s just do what we came here for.” Agent Shultz sighed, as he tugged at one of the cages.

The chemical attack had been swift. The birds died instantly, and along with them, the people who placed their hope in them.

~kat

279 Characters


Twittering Tale #127 – 12 March 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.


Before we get to this week’s roundup there is a missed (sorry JP, your link got lost in my approval folder…wierd) and a late entry (welcome to the challenge Frank!) for week 125 – The Unmade Bed…

By JP at Wide-Eyed Wanderer
Just Another Night
“Passion isn’t love, there are no knights in shining armor, and no happily ever afters,” she whispered to the mirror. A single tear slid down her cheek as she clasped the diamond necklace. She wiped it away, put a smile on her face and walked out to the waiting Mercedes.
character count 273

By Frank at Frank Prem Poetry:
Wrinkles
rumpling
from your body
a shape
you
laid and left
unmade
am I
I bunch
my fists
in doona
close my eyes
against
a weeping
see you dancing there
as little wights
all darting
staying away
beyond my reach
I touch a pillow
follow
with my hand
all your tracks
mapped out
and familiar
as wrinkles


Twittering Tale #126 – The Roundup

Photo by Johnathan Basquez at Unsplash.com

Starting us off…
The Sign
“There’s your sign Donna.” 
“No it’s not, Jon. I meant stars aligning. You know, magic.”
“Looks like a sign to me. Go on, have a look.”
Donna stepped inside. The scent of roses filled the candlelit room. She turned to find Jon on one knee. 
“Well? Whadya think?”
“Best sign ever.”
~kat
275 Characters

By MSJadeli at Tao Talk:
Donna’s phone dinged.
Text: “bring pkg to south end of burlingame street at 9”
She texted, “where exactly?”
Return text: “you’ll see”
At 8:50, Donna saw the red neon sign. She parked the car in the shadows and started walking.
Someone grabbed her from behind. Everything went black.
[280 characters]

By Reena at ReInventions:
It Happens
“I like the superimposition of neon signs on the original lettering.”
“It looks disoriented to me.”
“You are right, but that is how expectations and dreams change. It could be a different color pointing in a different direction tomorrow.”
(236 characters)

By The Dark Netizen:
The Sign

The sign reads that. I had asked for a sign from the heavens. I could not see where I was going in life. I needed some divine intervention to help me think. The man on top listened to me, and pointed me in the correct direction. The liquor store….
Character Count: 260

By Amritha at Igniting Hope:
This is It!
Having waited for the right moment, wondering about the if’s and but’s, the realization finally dawned. The reharsing mind took a stand. 
“My life – My way. This is it”. 
People who matter don’t mind and those who mind don’t matter!
When she smiled this time, her soul smiled along. 
(280 characters)

By Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian:
Sign Merchant
The neon sign glowed brightly despite being the middle of the day.
This is it!” said the sign.
Looking at the dilapidated building he felt a victim of some hoax. The sign clearly had an H missing between the S and the I.
Surely this couldn’t be the merchant’s guild?
[264 Characters]

By Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
This is It!
Springtime splendour
This is it at last
Days are getting warmer
Winter cold has passed
This is it at last
When everything is bright
No more overcast
Perfect day to fly kite
Days are getting warmer
And birds are singing
Watch them bloom the flowers
Time to go biking
(255 characters)

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
My New Bar
“So what are you going to call your new bar?” David asked.
“This Is It,” Ben said.
“This is what?” David asked.
“My new bar.”
“You’re calling your new bar ‘My New Bar’?”
“No. This Is It!”
“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, don’t. I can never get a straight answer out of you, anyway.”
(280 characters)

By Willow at WillowDot21:
This is It
A Sign From Above
Gab returned the tools he had borrowed from Joseph. Mary smiled and offered him a cuppa. Gab enjoyed tea and a chat with the big man’s mum.
Meanwhile Satan was stunned who had dared to put up that dodgy sign at the entrance to his domain. Gab smiled at Mary, was the tide turning?
(280 Characters)

By Jo at A Creative PTSD Gal:
Desert Proof
Deep in the desolate desert, a rumored oasis sits. 
Shawn’s dad swore it was there but warned that it’s a wasteland for society’s failures to quell their thirst.
Ten long days he traveled and at the end of the tenth night, ‘THIS IS IT’ glowed in the darkness.
Now he sits and drinks.
Characters: 280

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
The Sign
The kids were so excited to be in the treasure hunt. They were given a map each with a set of clues. They reach the derelict barn one after the other but nobody knew where to go from there. Suddenly Maisie looked up and saw the sign, she pointed to it and said, look here is it!
Character count: 279

By CSNelson at Don’t Forget the Half:
This is It!
Anna quickly realized she’d fallen victim to another bad date. There she stood near an excited Sam as he announced choices of eateries, each sounding more absurd than the last.
“This Is It!”
“Might-As-Well”
“Crooks Corner”
Anna thought, could these be signs of the night ahead?
(278 char)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
‘Property Bargain!’ the ad read, so we made a phone call.
‘You can’t miss it’, the agent had said. ‘It’s clearly signed’.
Well, he got that right.
144 characters.

By Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind:
Neon No
John stared at the old building. He remembered the night he took Suzanne dancing at the “IT” Club.  The place was responsible for his situation, tied to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and the death of Suzanne. They were so young. He should never have taken that last drink.
(Character Count 281).

By Regina from Help from Heaven:
A Safe Place
Hurt badly, she drove. “Lord, I need a safe place. Please, give me a sign!” She nearly missed it. “This is It” flickered on as she came up to the exit! It led her to a hidden women’s shelter. She entered and the sign went dark, awaiting the next desperate soul. God had answered. 
(279 characters)

By Maranda at Maranda Russell:
This is It
“It was meant to be my swan song. I pulled out all the stops…the moonwalk,
the sequins, the white glove, the gangster getup for Smooth Criminal.
It was the only chance my children would ever have to see me live on tour. When I said This Is It, I meant it, but it came too soon…”
(280 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
This Way, Cheryl
Cheryl was not the brightest bulb in the box. She wasn’t even the dullest star in the night sky. Everything in her life had to be spelled out for her in clear, unmistakable terms. Even the Grim Reaper had to spell things out for her.
233-character tale

By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It! Positivity is Catching!:
Donna searched for a sign for the scavenger hunt. She was in an industrial park.
She found a sign that said, “THIS IS IT!” and pointed down to a box.
She heard a yip!
Opening the box, she found a puppy. What can you expect from a scavenger hunt put on by the SPCA?
263 characters

By Deb at Twenty Four:
The sign had said it all, ‘This Is It’ but that had been years ago and now it was all just a decrepit old ruin. Some would have shaken their heads and walked away but not her.
She’d seen opportunity and she’d been right.
Tours of the old nightclub had proven a runaway success.
(276 characters)

By Ennle at Abandoned Amenities:
This Is Our Place

Bored with burgers, pizzaHungry for something newExciting…we drove aroundExploring, found old part of Town, a little scary but weWere young-in-love-adventurersAnd there it was, crazy signLured us into best un-celebratedRestaurant for international cuisineThis is our place now!

By Hayley at The Story Files:
A Sign
Following the directions, Ben arrived outside the building. Taking a deep breath, he hoped this job interview was a success. He knocked on the door and whilst he waited, noticed a sign above. He smiled and agreed with the words.
Yes. This is it, he thought.

By Beatrix at The Pink Seam:
Rock-Bottom
The drugs, the partying, the random men fellated before depraved onlookers—her goal was to find her ‘rock-bottom’ so that she might start over from there.
Standing under that alley sign to take her last hit, had she realized? The police did..when they removed her body.
 (270 characters)

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Detective Mike (Dense) Pence, received the tip from Donald, his C.I.
It’s going to be big, really big, Donald said! A whole lot of bad people will be there, and you’ll catch the lot. They are meeting at the corner of 5th and Main. You can’t miss it!
Mike couldn’t find the place!
(280 characters)

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
Killer
‘I wonder what it is?”
‘What are you talking about?’
‘That sign we just past on the abandoned building’
‘What did it say’
‘This is it, in a big arrow’
‘Maybe it’s for those annoying characters in horror movies that always go to the creepiest place when there is a killer on the loose.’
Characters: 280

By Deepa at Sync with Deep:
this is it!
aren’t we
lollygagging
within ourselves?
us 
fooling our minds
and 
our minds
fooling us… 

By JP at the Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Old McDonald
A grim reminder of the days when the McDonalds had run the little side show still glowed neon. The sign’s tip fell. It now pointed at a red stain where Old McDonald had been eaten by the tigers he once held captive. It was a gruesome sight, still it did bring in the tourists.
Character count 278

By John at Broadsides:
The signature dish, at Harold’s café in Hastings is rib eye steak, served rare, with a rich Normandy sauce and small eyeball potatoes pierced on an arrow-shaped kebab stick.. If you ask any local for directions to Harold’s café they will tell you, just follow the arrow.


Well, it’s a wrap! Thank you to everyone who joined the challenge last week. As always, your tales are wonderful! For this week a bit of “noir”. The dictionary states that noir, while being French for the color black, is also the description for crime fiction featuring hard-boiled cynical characters and bleak sleazy settings. I love this photo by Pixel2013 at Pixabay.com. It has that noir quality to it, don’t you think? This week, let’s have a little mystery and intrigue, or whatever strikes your fancy, in 280 chararacters or less, and “just the facts, ma’am” (how many of you are old enough to know that quote? ;)). Have fun and I’ll see you next week at the roundup.


Twittering Tales #127 – 12 March 2019

Photo by Pexel2013 at Pixabay.com

Red

Murdoch took a drag off his Lucky Strike. Smoke mingled with the steam bellowing from her pistons.

Red was a real beauty, with sleek lines, a classic, but she was stuck; a pile of cold iron and steel, she had all but given up.

Then she whispered, “I think I can…”

And she did.

~kat


Twittering Tales #126 – 5 March 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 #125 – The Roundup

Photo by Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
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

By Reena at ReInventions:
Siblings
Pillow fights are now a thing of the past, soft and all forgotten, forgiven in the morning.
Words thrown around – carelessly or with a deliberate intention to pierce the heart, do hurt a lot more. But we are grown up now, wiser and know all about inheritance and wealth management.

By MsJadeli at Tao Talk:
The hotel room door clicked shut. Slowly, painstakingly, the pillows, sheets, and comforter inched their ways back up onto the bed. Exhausted they huddled together. Big pillow said, “Usually the humans hug and snuggle us. These ones threw us off and f*cked all night long!”

By The Dark Netizen:
Messy Bed
My bed’s in a mess, again.
No surprise there. I tossed and turned a lot last night. These damned nightmares often keep haunting me. I make a mess of the bed when I get such dreams. Sometimes, I make even more of a mess, like last night.
Nights when the nightmares come alive…

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Of Responsibilities and Compromises
clink clank
shake bang
this bed has
many stories
to say
day time responsibilities 
and 
night time compromises… 

By Rollercoaster Ride on Life, a very nice story inspired by the prompt: Pillows.

By Kate at Everywhere and Nowhere:
Dreamland
fluffy clouds called me to dreamland
where I often wander for hours
always surrounded but always alone
the adventure is always different
one thing remains a constant
my adventures are never completed
always interrupted
Characters: 214

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
A Dirty Bed
The cleaner thought “What kind of person would act so slovenly to leave their bed this way?” She found a used needle and other unsavoury items but she left the room looking tidy.
It wasn’t her fault. How was she to know it was the exhibit the gallery had paid a cool Million for?
[279 Characters]

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Otherwise
“Why do you sleep with so many pillows?” his girlfriend asked. “You have only one head.”
“I need two behind my head,” he said. “Otherwise I’ll get dizzy. I need one in the small of my back. Otherwise I’ll get a backache. And one beneath my knees. Otherwise my feet will swell up.”
(279 characters)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Mark approached the bed and tentatively reached out to pull the bunched sheet back.
Two soulful brown eyes looked up at him from the billowy whiteness, well, all except the yellowing stain the puppy was sitting in.
213 characters.

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
The Bed
Lustful encounter. Child’s wrestling match. Slumber party pillow fight. It had seen it all – all the joys and happiness in the Isley family. Ever the loyal provider. It comforted them as flashes of light lit the room and they took their last breath.
249 Characters

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Art Jim.
Art Dealer:”What do you mean it’s art. Do you think I came down on the last train. The colour is all wrong too white the lines too crisp. Just too clean it’s been done before. Dirtier unsanitary even where are the dirty clothes? Have you anything original”
Artist: “A cow or a pig”
280 Characters

By Ron at Read4Fun:
The Remains of the Night
The war had been hours in preparation. Both sides had enough forces and weapons. Where would the battle take place? Annie Green’s war was a rout. The Battle of Mary Hastings was a draw. Now, it’s all out victory or friendships would suffer. It’s difficult to organize sleepovers.
280 characters

By Regina at Help from Heaven:
The Memory Maker
She looked at the bed, aware that with company about to start arriving, she should make it up. But, his outline and his smell are still there. In her grief, she wasn’t ready to erase him. He had lovingly called their bed the Memory-Maker. Oh, what a sweet life they had shared!
277 Characters

By John from The Magic Shop:
She thoughtlessly made these beds, one after another. It was for her kids, that’s all that mattered.  A second job at this hotel meant a better future for them. She would work through the arthritis in her knees hoping her family may someday be able to afford a room like this.
(279 characters)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
He returned to bed to find her gone.
The dishevelled nature of the bedding said so much about the night’s fitful sleep.
It wasn’t one of their wonderfully sexually driven nights,
The heat put an end to that inclination.
They tossed and turned.
He found her curled up in the spare room.
(280 characters)

By Maranda at Maranda Russell:
Empty Bed
Olivia sat on the edge of her daughter’s unmade bed. She ran her fingers over the ridges and bulges of the white blankets. She leaned down to sniff the fluffy pillow at the head of the bed, then laid her head down on it heavily.
She’s really gone. The pain hit hard and fast.
(275 characters)

By Anita at For the Love Of:
Yearly Check-Up
Cat Dr. Visit
“You already got out the carrier.”
“Yep.”
“You don’t get it out until right before you get ready to leave.”
“It’s under control.”
“I bet not. Do you even have a clue where he is?”
She points toward the bed and its rounded shape under the sheets.
“It’s all under control.”

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Come in Carruthers, Can you hear me? Over.
I hear you loud and clear! Over.
Thank god, I thought we’d lost you. Can you confirm you are still under cover? Over.
Yes. Rest assured, I’m still on the case, and in the case. Over.
Well done. Let’s catch this sleeper agent napping. Out!
(278 characters)

By CS at Don’t Forget the Half:
Teenagers, right!?!?!
“Mom, have you seen my uniform?”
His room showed all the signs of a teenager derelict in his chores – messy bed, spilled sunblock, and meatloaf leftover from dinner.
Mom walked in, almost tripping over his charger. “I’m fascinated you can even find your thoughts in here.”
(271 char)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Home is Where the Heart is!
I struggled to hold back my tears as I looked at the disheveled pillows. They reminded me of Grandma, gone away now, forever.
I choked up as I remembered her gentle smile and kind eyes.
If only she’d agreed to leave the pillows when the pest control human had been called.
273 characters.

By Ennle at Abandoned Amenities:
Ageless Romance
Sweet piercing passion
Escape from ennui
Tossed pillows, wrinkled sheets waft
Raw perfume, afternoon romance
Did I say I love you?
Yes…you relish the moment your
Name becomes dawn-out keening
On my lips
We aged together
Not realizing we’re “old”…like
Teenagers soon craving “next time”.
(280 characters)

By Jo at A Creative PTSD Gal:
Mom’s Words
‘You lay down with dogs, you’ll wake with fleas,’ Sam’s mom warned. A friendship, once innocent quickly had a bad influence on Sam.
Now, just released on bail he crawled into bed.
‘OW!’ Sam pulled back the covers to find his bed swarming with fleas.
‘MOM!’ he yelled.
‘I told you!’
Character Count: 279

By Sadje at Keep it Alive:
Another of those nights, she wasn’t sure that she could take more of them. The memories and the guilt would strike at her mind just when she is about to drop off to sleep. Why? She hadn’t meant to it happen. It was an accident. But the subconscious would keep on reminding her.
Character Count; 278

By Tina at Tina Stewart Brakebill:
The Mistake
It was so white. How could that be? Her eyes searched the bed for telltale signs beyond the humps and wrinkles. But she could find nothing. The more she stared, the hazier it all became. Whitewashing her memory till she was convinced. It was just a dream. Not a terrible mistake.
280 characters

By Deb at Twenty Four:
It’s the first day of the Olympic Games Joan, do you think this first event is going to prove as exciting as we anticipate?
Well Mike, expectations are high but I’m sure we won’t be disappointed.
I agree Joan, The Princess and the Pea, it’s going to be an enthralling competition.
(280 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
There are hard scenes of crime, with violent blood splatters, DNA, semen, maybe a knife or a gun or a hammer, perhaps all three. And there are soft scenes of crime where the only sign of death was a muffled grunt beneath a downy pillow.

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Bed Days
Sundays was made for spending in bed undisturbed watching classic TV shows, reading huge books and relaxing away.


Twittering Tales #126 – This Is It – 5 March 2019

Photo by Johnathan Basquez at Unsplash.com

The Sign

“There’s your sign Donna.” 

“No it’s not, Jon. I meant stars aligning. You know, magic.”

“Looks like a sign to me. Go on, have a look.”

Donna stepped inside. The scent of roses filled the candlelit room. She turned to find Jon on one knee. 

“Well? Whadya think?”

“Best sign ever.”

~kat
275 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



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