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Twittering Tales #119 – 15 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.

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 #118 – The Roundup

Photo by Anasegota at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

Anything…But
Norm loved his wife. He would do anything for his beloved Sadie.
When she asked for a VitaVeggieMatic, he thought, “Sure. Why not?”
Next day, he stared at the glass she served him. “It’s bubbling.”
“Just try it Norm,” Sadie pleaded.
When she looked away he fed the orchid.
It died.
~kat 
(279 Characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
Soup for the Soul
I consume content that I enjoy, and some that I don’t. I need those knowledge inputs to keep going, in a competitive universe.
I use a green highlighter to recall all this stuff, when needed. It is spinach soup for the soul.
(223 words)

By The Dark Netizen:
Soup
Little Sammy was an ever-hungry child.
He would get hungry every few hours, much to the annoyance of his mother. The only viable solution she could think of, was preparing soup. Sammy would get a hot bowl of soup every time he got hungry.
Thus, began Sammy’s great love for soup…
Character Count: 280

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
I Don’t Do Green
I don’t like peas.
I hate spinach, asparagus, broccoli, and green beans.
Same with Brussels sprouts and green peppers.
Kale, zucchini, and artichokes are not for me.
I don’t eat green veggies.
So why would you put a glass of bubbly green gook in front of me and expect me to drink it?
(280 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Trust the Farmer
Dairy farmers were the first to suspect there was something off after reports of the UFO that was spotted over town three nights ago. Unfortunately, everyone was too busy debating the best way to keep aliens out, no one noticed the alien invasion.
247 characters

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Sou(l)p
dear Popeye,
thank you! I owe my eyesight to you!
with love, 
your diehard follower since 90’s.

By Dave at DaveMMadden:
Down the Hatch
First day of camp, time to begin shedding pounds, but he was at the gym’s door with a green, gelatinous ooze. 
“What is this?,” he asked his coach.
“Shut up and drink it,” was the response he received—and expected.
Round after round, his energy never wained.
Coach was right. Again.
Character count: 278

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
A Green Awakening
Switching the bathroom light on, Jack stared aghast at the glass of tap water in his hand.
It was green, slimy and smelled terrible.
If only he hadn’t downed two glasses of water before he’d realised something wasn’t right.
Maybe he’d gain superpowers? The ability to fly?
Nope.
[276 characters]

By Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Transmigration
Transmigration was Yoda’s weak point. This was his last chance for redemption.
He summoned the Force and was one with it. Alas he misdialed and got the Juice Bar instead.
The Jedi Academy had its share of industrial accidents, but this was the last straw.
(253 characters)

By Ponnz at The Swan Song:
You serve a threat
In a glass of green!
A green pea juice
Bitter gourd shake?
Smelling lemongrass
I feel the need of pet
A white little rat or
Carrot detesting hare
I meet your glare
Wait!I’m risking life
A quick little sip
Smile on my lips
A sugarcane juice
Burying Wonderful
Thanks rolls off!
Character count:280

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble,
Seaweed leaves and old man’s stubble.
Potion made to make you slim,
Eat what you like, no dieting.
Drink and swallow, down it goes,
Yep, it helps to hold your nose.
193 characters

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Trouble in heaven and hell.
Satan hated January, Dry, Vegan, Veggie, No Smoking month! Those humans were always so good at the start of the year. Nevermind come February and the smiles would be wiped from Gabe and the guys upstairs faces. Back to drinking, gluttony and good old St. Valentines debourchery.
(278 Characters)

By the Indishe:
The crisp leaves were meticulously cut, soaked and gently scrubbed till they shone and pulsated into that green mannah that she drank with gusto. Next morning,the headlines screamed that spinach in the stalls had been laced with deadly arsenic!This is the parody of our times!
(278 characters)

By Melanie at Sparks from a Combustible Mind:
Frankenstein wasn’t having a good day.   He’d had his jolt from the doctor’s electrode, but was still ill.   That’s when Mrs. M Frankenstein (to differentiate from Mrs. D Frankenstein, who looked a lot like Terri Garr) made him a pick me up.  What was in it is anyone’s guess.
(Character count:  276)

By Eva at Jean Luce:
A Strange Green Tale
The hurricane along the Florida coast is confusing the forecasters. The ocean is bubbling and green froth covers the eastern seaboard. The school children are sent home early. They discover that the green froth is tasty compared to limp french fries and cold hot dogs.

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering (Two Tales this Week!):
1-Polly’s Revenge  – following on from Polly’s Dream
Her mistress was insisting that Polly drank a kale and cabbage smoothie every day.
It tasted awful. She was not going to put up with it.
She’d had some senna pods stored in the cage corner, just in case.
She now mixed all of them in with the smoothie.
They’d soon change their minds!
(280 characters)

2-The Intern’s error
Each intern was warned – “Do not take petri dish B17 out of the fridge”
Simon didn’t listen!
So, when he was told to take out the samples ready to incubate them, B17 was amongst them.
She had been waiting for 39 years, and now, breathing at last, she prepared to take over the earth!
(280 characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
The Booster Shot
“Honey, this doesn’t look very safe for our boy.”
“Don’t worry babe, the Doctor said it’ll make him big and strong.”
“OK, if the Doc says it’s fine…”
“Hon, what’s happening?”
“Well, he does seem big and strong…and green.”
“Which Doc did you go to?”
“Dr. Bruce Banner, darling.”
275 characters

By Michael at Morpethroad:
She argued it was good for me.
But it was green.
She’d gone to a lot of trouble
But it was green
and not an attractive green.
Juicing was the way to good health
But it was green
Full of goodness and vitality
But it was green
She said I needed all the help I could get
Sadly she was right.
(278 characters)

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Bon Appetit!
The menu read, “ Organic spinach sautéed with garlic, blanched and pureed to perfection. Infused with aromatic herbs and garnished with fresh cream!”
“Mellow in taste and low in calories” beamed the waiter.
I kept staring at the bowl of soup placed in front of me…..
Letter count : 270

By Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Simply Resistible
You put some spinach in,
You take the huge stalks out!
You put some green apples in and shake it all above,
Squeeze a dash of lemon with a pinch of salt to taste,
And a bubbling health drink comes to you!
But I really wonder why are healthy foods never irresistible!
(263 characters)

By Indhu at Always!:
Luck Potion
“You must drink it up in one go”, said the lady.
He did. He waited two days before he returned. 
“Nothing has changed!”
“Oh, I am sorry, I forgot one ingredient in the luck potion. Give me another 500 and I will make it perfect this time!”, said the Witch. 
<254 characters>

By JP at Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Spell for a Smoothie
Seed of chia, an apple pale
hand full of spinach
hand full of kale
add some honey
it’s no trouble
flip the switch
and let the cauldron bubble
by the pricking of my thumbs
something wicked this way comes
character count: 194

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
It Gets Better
“Drink this?”
“No, watch. It’s the future.”
“What’s in it?”
“Racism, hatred, cruelty, and evil dipped in hubris. The best poison for humanity ever devised. One ingredient we couldn’t get rid of. It’s boiling at the top.”
“What?”
“Hope. It always boils its way to the top.”
273 characters

By John at Broadsides:
At the Guinness factory we have been working on a special brew for the coming St. Patrick’s Day. Without losing any of the traditional burnt oaky dark flavour, or colour and taste, we have managed to produce a smooth leprechaun green head on the pint. As we say in Ireland “Slainte, Lá fhéile Pádraig sona dhaoibh!”

Newcomer Ira from As Time Flies offers us a tale inspired by last week’s photo (The Parrot):
All In Heart
He understood why they say ‘love is blind’ for there she had a warm smile for the ordinary green while the exquisite and bright member of the species felt neglected. He sat on the edge, gazing at her beauty while she ignored him like always.


Thank you to everyone who joined the challenge. What a fun mix of tales this week. It ain’t easy bein’ green! I just read a report that here in the US lovers of greens best cook them well. With the shutdown going on 4 weeks now, inspectors are on furlough or in short supply and well, there might be more than meets the eye lurking in you salad. EWE! Well, that’s my PSA for the day. Stay safe while you’re trying to be healthy!

This week we have a photo by Pexel at Pixabay.com. They call this photo “Campfire”. It could be camping…or there could be another story here. I have no doubt you will come up with a campfire tale or two that will surprise and delight us, or terrify us or make us think. I love this challenge and the creativity you bring to the table! Remember to keep it under 280 characters and most importantly, have fun! I’ll see you at the Round Up!

Twittering Tales #119 – 15 January 2019

Photo by Pexel @ Pixabay.com

Rain or shine Granny cooked her kettles of soup. The hungry came. She fed them all.

It was against the law to feed the poor where Granny lived. It wasn’t long before the city shut her down.

“Don’t you worry,” she shouted as they led her away. “I’ll be back. People gots to eat.”

~kat

278 Characters


There have been stories in the news recently about people like Granny. Good hearted souls who are trying to do the right thing. To feed the hungry. It surprised me to learn that several cities in our country have passed laws that state feeding the homeless in public places is a misdemeanor crime. The powers that be claim that the spread of hep A is the reason for this ban. And fear that the food might not meet certain standards and make people sick. But the thing is, there are no accounts of anyone getting sick from these make shift kitchens. The real reason seems to be more hideous. These cities just don’t want the homeless in their midst. I remember the battle several of us had years ago trying to set up a homeless shelter. “We don’t have homeless people in this county,” the city council said. “If we let you open this shelter, homeless people will come here from the city.”

I believe we’re losing our heart and soul. And like the Granny in my tale, I say, “People gots to eat.” Who are we if we turn the hungry away. Who are we indeed.




Twittering Tales #118 – 8 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.

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 #117 – The Roundup

Photo by Free-Photo at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
My humans love to repeat some silly words. ‘Hello, bye bye, nite-nite.’ Lame! Sometimes I give ‘em a ‘good boy’ or ‘hello’. The old guy is my favorite. He taught me a few new words. 
Whenever I get tired of the one they call mom I give her a loud SHIT. I like to hear her scream!
~kat
(278 Characters)

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Free Bird
Me to my son : know what, to be free is like being a bird.. How I wish I were… 
I heard my pet parrot in the cage laugh the first time..

By Reena at ReInventions:
Loaded Silence
Let them hear their voices echo against the walls, on a chilled night. Let it induce terror in their cruel hearts, and freeze their dirty hands.
I have vowed to remain silent today. The robbers are in. I will play back the sounds tomorrow, when my people return.
(261 characters)

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
Diet Resolution
Few days before New Year :
I have become fat. I think I should go on a diet just like my humans. This will be my new year resolution.
After New Year:
My favourite snack!! Let me just take a bite.. Yummy!!
There is always a new year for resolution. Let me just eat now..
Character Count : 265

By Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
A New Companion
You’re experiencing Empty Nest Syndrome.
How’s that even possible? I’ve tried to keep myself busy after Dave left for college.
Have you thought about pets? They help in alleviating loneliness.
I am not an animal lover. Dogs and cats are too high-maintenance. 
How about a bird then? 
277 Characters

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
A Cracker, Dammit
I’m a pretty boy.
Squawk, squawk.
Polly wants a cracker.
Squawk, squawk.
Hello, hello.
Squawk, squawk.
Polly wants a cracker.
You’re a babe.
Squawk, squawk.
Hello, hello.
You’re a babe.
I’m a pretty boy.
Polly wants a cracker, dammit.
Not a goddam walnut.
Are you fucking stupid or something?
(279 characters)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
What the hell is this?
I am a parrot,  a blue and gold macaw actually, from South America no less.
I need nutritious food such as nuts and fruit, not this manufactured puffed up popcorn!
184 characters

By Michael at Morpethroad:
Polly wanted a cracker.
Polly was insistent she get that cracker there and then.
Her screeching was deafening.
Mum screamed at us the shut Polly up.
We found her a cracker, and she greedily ate.
Crumbs fell everywhere.
Polly got a cracker, and we got peace.
(249 Characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
What the Parrot Saw
“Speak, you crummy bird.” Sammy shook the bird viciously.
Tommy put his hand on Sammy’s shoulder. “Told ya, it ain’t one of them talkin’ birds.”
Sammy stared at Tommy and threw the bird out the open window.
Minutes later, police arrived. 
“That’s them officer,” the parrot squawked. 
This 280-character 

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Polly dream
I’m sick of this cabbage and carrot diet. Look, it’s turning my tail feathers green!
Thank goodness it’s Christmas. 
Maybe I’ll get some plum pudding, and there’s bound to be some nuts and fruit going spare.
I’m hoping there may be stilton and port left over too.
Now we’re talking!
(279 characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Crushing the Revolution
I looked inside the cage and said, “Repeat after me, I will not try to flee again.”
But the insolent cad chewed on a nut silently, ignoring me completely.
“Open the cage,” I ordered the guard.
It was time to remind these pathetic humans not to mess with their owners.
266 characters.

By The Dark Netizen:
Parrot
Parrots can be trained well, this I knew.
My parrot though, was a genius. It learned to mimic the human voice in no time at all. Soon, it had learned to ask for crackers. It did not take long for it to start taking all the crackers for itself.
I guess it mimicked human greed too..
Character Count: 280

By Sadje at Keep It Alive:
Peter, bought a Macaw, beautiful yellow and blue. It was the envy of his friends. 
He wanted a singing bird but only got loud squawks instead. In desperation he took him to a bird trainer,expert in this art. 
The guy looked at Peter and shook his head sadly, sorry my friend, your Macaw has no talent in talking or singing. 
Word count: 280

By JP at the Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Extortion
“It’s extortion you know,” Bill scowled at the blue Macaw, “those bloody nuts are expensive.”
The Macaw turned and eyed his owner, “Squawk … ‘What are you doing with that ax Bill? No Bill, NO! AHHHHHHH’ squawk”
Bill handed the bird another nut.
Character count: 245

By Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Repetition
This time it’ll work out. Sure, she’s my “usual type” – crazy, party girl – but she’s not like the rest. She’ll want to settle down, I’m sure.
Can’t wait for her to meet Dad. My new girlfriend! Poor Dad, never did find the right woman.
Funny how neither of us have had much luck.
(279 characters)

By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Magic Cookies
My parrot, Edgar, doesn’t like his Christmas treat.
He looks at me, then at his little bowl.
What’s this? he asks me.
Christmas cookies, Edgar, a special treat.
Them no quackers! You think me a dog?
Edgar, I know you are a parrot just taste the cookies.
Cookies magic turn me into dog?
280 characters.

By Ponnz at The Swan Song:
Your Colours Aren’t Mine
Blue and yellow hues collide
Colourful palette to the eyes
I hear them say everyday
With me their selfies play
Mirroring them I wink back
How beautiful it feels!
I see myself, my feathers
I find nothing to praise
For it’s not the same eyes
I am sitting behind bars
Your colours aren’t mine

By John at Broadsides:
A parrot, a parrot, a parrot, this could become repetitive but parrots are repeaters, a parrot, a parrot, a parrot my kingdom for a horse.

By Dave at Dave M Madden:
Finding Success as a Parrot
Peacocking in an outfit far too colorful for the occasion, it was hard not to feel bad for the guy: an ugly duckling with a voice that squawked like a crow.
His popularity perched on an ability to repeat others.
He could fly with the flock as long as he wasn’t a dodo.
Character count: 278

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Trouble in Heaven
George the parrot was back. Michael and Azriel fed the errant bird.
Gabriel arrived, delighted to see his pet. “I wander where he has been” he asked. George looked him in the eye and said. “Gabe’s a twit Gabe’s a twit”Gabriel was furious.In the distance Satan cackled. God coughed.
(280 Characters)

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Hold the (Party) Line!
Let’s start the show. Come to order! It has come to our attention some of you are expressing independence in a message. Your only job is to parrot the party line. We give you the talking points, you repeat over and over. Are you Democrats? Can you hear me? Is this thing on?


You all cracked me up with your twittering tales last week. Brilliant! What a great start to the new year! Thank you to everyone who participated! This week…yes it’s been a week…how is everyone doing with your new year’s resolution. Or maybe you don’t do resolutions. Too much pressure. It ain’t easy bein’ green, or for that matter downing that healthy Jamba Juice you promised yourself you would drink every day for a month because it takes a month for anything to become a habit. Read my green rimmed lips. Drinking kale juice will never become a habit for me. But enough about my failed attempts at being healthy! For your challenge this week a photo of a nice tall glass of healthy brew by Anasegota at Pixabay.com. Maybe you’re a fan of the stuff. If so, my apologies if I have offended you. To each their own! Remember, you have one week and 280 characters or less to tell your tale. See you at next week’s roundup!
Photo by Anasegota at Pixabay.com

Anything…But

Norm loved his wife. He would do anything for his beloved Sadie.

When she asked for a VitaVeggieMatic, he thought, “Sure. Why not?”

Next day, he stared at the glass she served him. “It’s bubbling.”

“Just try it Norm,” Sadie pleaded.

When she looked away he fed the orchid.

It died.

~kat 😉

(279 Characters)


Twittering Tales #117 – 1 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.

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 #116 – The Roundup

Starting us off…
There had been a spree of holiday heists on Elm St. The neighborhood watch stepped up its surveillance thanks to Norman, who made ornaments fitted with cameras. As he watched monitors in Mrs. Dudley’s attic, the thief made his move. 
Could it be? He gasped. The Grinch was real!
~kat
279 Characters

By Reena at ReInventions:
Future Stories
Cold nights and bare branches are my canvas to paint life. Snow will cover everything soon, but greenery waits for spring – buried beneath shades of white and grey. This is the time I choose to impregnate darkness and write the future.
Fear not … I’m a messenger of times to come.
(279 characters)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
At midnight a single light shone from an upstairs window.
The old man wrapped the only gift he gave each year.
The tree in the yard was festooned with the signal bauble.
At one minute past, he heard the tap.
Bowing he gave the gift to his caller.
The caller gave him another year.

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Every year two red lights, one in the tree and one the attic. Nick looked forward to this stop. Rudolph and the gang not so much. Well, he got brandy and mince pies, they got carrots! This year was different there was a bucket of beer left out for gang. It was zig,zag all the way home.
(285 Characters)

By Ponnz at The Swan Song:
Deserted
Twilight it is, love
Welcoming me home
Deserted as it, I am
You failed to phone
Christmas it is, bells
I’ll hang ’em up now
Just to let you know
I was here in the snow.

By The Dark Netizen:
CHRISTMAS NIGHT
This is the last house for the night.
It does look quite weird, the Christmas decoration. Spooky. But as Santa Claus, I will do my job.
Nice, an open window. Now only to place the present. Wait, what’s this? A TRAP?
Why are these people approaching me with knives and a hungry look?!

By Di at Pensitivity101:
She watched the two baubles on the tree outside from her attic bedroom window.
At the strike of midnight, a moonbeam hit one, then the other, uniting them.
She smiled and whispered ‘Merry Christmas Mum and Dad. I love you’
then settled down to sleep.
247 characters.

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Haunting
“What’s your problem?” Tim asked. “Why do you always take the long way home?”
“That big, old house on Main Street,” Dave said. “It’s haunted. I’ve seen the ghosts.”
“You’re just a scaredy-cat.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Fine,” Dave said. “Let’s go that way.”
Neither boy was seen again.
(276 characters)

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Even Santa Can Get it Wrong
Norman rented them the fraternity house on Elm St in the town of Amityville for pledge night. Committee members Freddy, Jason, and Chucky would approve new members. Joker provided laughs. Jigsaw posed riddles to candidates. Wait! Yo! Santa, are you sure you want to pledge this?
278 characters

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The old house has been deserted for years.
Each Christmas, on the bare tree in front, a few old baubles appear.
No-one ever sees who places them there, or who takes them down on twelfth night.
No-one ever witnesses the party that takes place, and survives!
Unfortunately for you!
(279 characters)

By JP at Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
This Old House
Teena surveyed the old house with a quiet kind of dread. The old man lived alone and needed a caregiver. Teena needed a job, but still, this was creepy. Ah well, nothing for it, she walked to the door and knocked. The door opened silently on it’s own. Teena screamed.
Character count 272

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Midnight Marauders
We froze as we heard a scampering sound, and then a big THUD!
As Pat checked through the keyhole, I whispered accusingly, “It’s Christmas Eve, the house would be empty, you said!”
275 characters.

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
The Wait Begins
city was lit up
when festivities were on
post festive
empty streets are depressing
people are back to square one
worried about electric bills
the wait for another year
has already begun
when the few happy days
will come again
and light these streets up!!

By Deb at Twenty Four:
Marcia paused as she walked by the old mansion which sat on the hill. It had been empty ever since the tragic accident but the Christmas decorations remained.
Marcia shook her head and then continued on her way, a eerie smile twisting her lips.
An accident, that was what it was.
(280 characters)

By Indhu at Always!:
Spread Happiness
“Why is this house not decorated?”, asked little Matt. 
“The old man living in this house has no family and would like to keep it to himself”, said his Mom.
Next morning, old Harry opened his front door and saw decorations on his old parched tree. 
He couldn’t help but smile!
<273 characters>


Wonderful roundup my friends. I am honored that you joined the challenge durring this holiday week for so many of you. As I prepare this roundup, we are mere hours away from a new year. I wish every one of you a 2019 filled with happiness, good health, love and peace. And thank you so much for sharing this tiny part of your journey with me in 280 characters or less. 🙂 On to next year! What conversation did this unsuspecting voyeur overhear? Did he witness a crime? Or maybe he has some observations about the humans nearby. Be sure to link back to the comments or ping your story here. And I’ll see you at the Round Up. Have fun!


Twittering Tales #117 – 1 January 2019

Photo by Free-Photos at Pixabay.com

My humans love to repeat some silly words. ‘Hello, bye bye, nite-nite.’ Lame! Sometimes I give ‘em a ‘good boy’ or ‘hello’. The old guy is my favorite. He taught me a few new words.

Whenever I get tired of the one they call mom I give her a loud SHIT. I like to hear her scream!

~kat

(278 Characters)


Twittering Tale #114 – 11 December 2018

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.

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 #112 – The Roundup

Photo by Skeeze at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
“He just stands there, Sheriff.”
“That’s Skip. Ned raised him from a pup. He owned this place ‘fore you all.”
“He’s tame?”
“Got along with Ned. I’ll call the ranger.”
“Wait. Hey Skip!” the wife called. He raced to them, tail wagging. “Guess he just needed an invitation,” she beamed.

~kat
279 Characters

By Reena at ReInventions:
But Still…
I don’t know how real, really is reality.
The snow is white and ethereal, but chilling. I want to feel the texture, and see if it melts in the warmth of my palms. But I stay in, for I fear the wolf out there.
It never moves. Some people say a taxidermist kept it there. But still…

(280 characters)

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
White Walkers are Coming
Going to the Wall there are a few frozen lakes to cross. White Walkers, being essentially skeletons, don’t weigh that much but they can’t risk breaking through the ice. White Walkers don’t swim. (Sounds familiar). Their friend Jack (London) sent me, Buck, ahead to test the ice.
Ron
(278 characters)

By The Dark Netizen:
Lone Wolf
I saw him looking at me.
Petrified with fear, I stood rooted in spot. The black wolf took slow steps towards me.
As he neared, i could see his eyes and once I had seem them, all fear began left my body. I had seen those eyes before. They held dark loneliness inside.
Like my eyes…

Character Count: 280

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
A World of White
The Wolf looked around his territory surprised at the change in the landscape. Something had happened last night to turn everything into a white wonderland. He sniffed disdainfully. The air smelt different.  
The soap factory had exploded, covering the surrounding area in suds.

[278 characters]

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Solitary
Solitude called to Edward throughout his life. A dream finally realized fifty years ago. A hand-built cabin in the Alaskan wild. Just him and nature. 
A lone wolf – cold, hungry, and tired. Enticed by scents of life and warmth.
Two lost souls, each missing a piece, now complete.

277-characters

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Lone Wolf
The snow was cold on his feet as he stood silently watching.
He would recognise her anywhere.
In a former life, she had been his soul mate.
She looked up, took stock, and moved tentatively forward, knowing.
Two wolves together,  soul mates of a different kind.

256 characters.

By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Snow Guide
I was lost in a fresh snow covered expanse. 
By now my friends’ footprints were invisible.
Too quiet around me, no direction to lead me. 
Aware of a lone wolf pawing her path towards me
her friendly grey eyes signal me to come.
Following behind her, she guides forward to my friends.

280 characters 

By J.A. at Keyhole Poetry:
Wolf Therapy
So you DID return, Wolf
I should have known
I recall your kind wisdom
Generosity often
Your therapy room full
Of things fascinating to
Wounded hearts, minds, souls
I still have pastel you coaxed
Me to draw, ‘Journey’
Hope you’d be pleased
How far I’ve come
Good to see you
On crisp winter day

By Melanie at Sparks from a Combustible Mind:
The young wolf had been driven out of the pack for challenging the alpha male.  He wandered, alone, through the deep snows of high winter.    He was an excellent hunter, and he didn’t go hungry.   Still. He wanted a female to start his own pack with. He continued to hunt.
Character Count:   272.

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Proof of the Pudding
I stared at the wolf across the frozen lake as my hand inched towards my gun. Snow in Central Park in mid-July! Who would’ve thunk!
Our beloved leader was a genius after all, as if any further proof was needed. Global warming was ‘Fake News’ indeed!

256 characters.

By Michael at Morpethroad:
Mutual Agreement
The crone left the meat out for the wolf knowing he would arrive soon.
It was a weekly ritual, her way of paying homage to a superior being.
The wolf watched over her, as she aged and slowed she potentially became vulnerable.
It was to both their advantage to care for each other.

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
The Wolf
The lone wolf stared at the soft hustle behind the bushes, ready to leap. As the hustle grew louder, the wolf bound towards the bush but stopped midway when he saw someone coming out of it.
The Wolf met Mowgli – the Man cub.

Character Count – 223

By Paula at Light Motifs II:
The Sentinel
The earth rang
From the shores of Mayotte
To the peaks of Chile;
Waves rippled and buzzed,
Traversing the oceans,
Vibrating the plates–
We missed this call.
He didn’t though:
Lupine ears on alert,
Paws stilled in snow.
The moment passed;
He resumed his patrol,
On guard, alone.

By Deb at Twenty Four:
They had passed her by for weeks, not noticing her painstaking work and she had ignored them, applying herself diligently to the task at hand.
Leaning back she smiled as her Father strolled into the room.
“Time to pack up the puzzle Sarah, we need the table for Christmas dinner.”

(278 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
Well hello, little red riding hood! No need for me to pretend to be your grannie is there? not out here. You know, don’t you, how big my teeth are? Anyway, your grannies a gonner now. Tough old chew she was, but you, young sweet thing in your bright red cloak, you going be real tasty.

By Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
The Wolf
The wolf stood staring at the cottage. Lavender had lived there alone since her grandmother’s disappearance. The wolf appeared each evening like it was checking on her. Finally, Lavender went out to the wolf. She met the sapphire blue eyes, “Grandmother?” she whispered.
Character count 275

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
A taste of justice
I can see you Henry Roy James, and I know you can see me!
But you don’t recognise me.
You still think you got away with it, but really, you didn’t!
The jury may have believed you, but natural justice shall prevail.
You killed me, and I’m going to kill you.
Then I’m going to eat you!

(279 characters)


Fantastic Round Up everyone! Thank you for joining the challenge last week. For this week, a photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com. It could be a memory, a story of friendship, a mystery or a game. Tell the tale of these two kids or perhaps the tale of the old tree…in 280 characters or less. And I’ll see you at the Round Up next week! Have fun!


Photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com
The Old Wolf Tree

Eyes twinkling, Granny whispered, “le’me tell ya’ ‘bout that old wolf tree. My great granny Nell planted it long, long time ago. Ya neva’ know what ya’ might find in its belly. Once I found a family of faeries!”

Of course the boys had to check it out for themselves. Wouldn’t you?

~kat
(279 Characters)

Twittering Tales #113 – 4 December 2018

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.

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 #112 – The Roundup

Starting us off…

Second Chances
Tom and Sally had dreamed of walking those cobbled streets. Finally, they managed to make the long trip together. It was only possible though, after both their spouses had passed away. Tom knew he should have asked Sally to marry him when he had the chance all those years ago.
~kat
278 Characters

By the Dark Netizen:
LAST WALK
Their bags packed, they began their journey.
Holding each other’s hands, they walked down the cobbled streets, reliving memories. They had always imagined what life would have been like had they met as children. Not having much time left, they went on a long walk.
One last time…
Character Count: 280

By Reena at ReInventions:
Color of Dreams
my innocence walks ahead of me
beckoning, reminding
all that is lost
and all that is added
wisdom acquired
in the intervening years
a journey of intrigue
many lifetimes lived
in one
I lost count of time
in the sound of footsteps
chasing shadows
colors of dreams
flying
with non-existent wings
(278 characters)

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Closure
They were last here decades ago when they took their son and daughter for a family vacation. They were all so happy back then.
But then the school bus accident tragically took their twins from them.
Now it was finally time for them to visit again. It was time to get closure.
(275 characters)

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Balancing Togetherness
We have been walking hand in hand for the past 35years. It was love. We still walk hand in hand. But now it is the fear of losing balance.

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Bucket List
She’d been 17 when they had married. 19years when the first boy arrived and 30years when the third and last boy appeared. Well now they had all grown and flown. It was their time. So they renewed their passports and set off on their travels. So they entered their second teens.
(279 Characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
A Dismal Day
The day dawned but the sun remained behind clouds.
They’d planned this trip years ago but as they made their way through the mountains by coach they could barely see through the dismal mist and rain.
Suddenly it cleared.
The City in the Clouds it’s called and it was breath-taking.
[278 Characters]

By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Life Sentence
Their son’s court appearance was being held today.
His crime, killing his younger brother.
The brothers were ignorant of the fact they both had the same girlfriend.
The son found his brother in bed with her.
It’s the girlfriend he should have killed, not his brother.
272 (characters)

By Anurag at Jagadilmein:
Done and Dusted
“Are you sure this is the last one?” she asked.
He replied, “Yes, we’ve finished off all the rest.”
She sighed in relief, and taking off her bag, kept it by the wall.
And then, both of them calmly walked out. The eyesore called McDonald’s was about to become history in Italy.
277 characters.

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Senior Woes
Everything needed was in the bags. Fake weapons, but the surprise of meeting senior citizen robbers would surprise the tellers. Insurance premiums paid their entire life didn’t cover Sally’s operation. If they got away, fine. If not, jail care is better than no care.
( 266 characters)

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Fading
It was a photo everyone always laughed over. Those old cameras creating ‘ghost’ images when the button was pressed too fast. There was more to it though because the girls in the background, my cousins, had been long dead before the printed date on the back said.

By Deb at Twenty Four:
Now I say why the hell not, but at the time I was astounded, it was just so unexpected.
Anyway, this was the beginning and from here it only escalated, so did we expect to become international models? No, but Oprah we are and that what counts.
(243 characters)

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Love…Relived!
Sam & Tia were madly in love in their younger days. As time went by, busy schedules at work kept them away from each other, and they drifted apart.
Tia’s medical diagnosis, brought them back together, to relive their old love for the last few months of her life!
Letter count : 277

By Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
The Bucket List
The sun is bright, we see the world
We danced and whirled
Our astral view
What we’ve been through
Music we hear, balm for our soul
As we stroll
Sharing ice-cream
Down the stream
Together in our hearts and mind
We’re not blind
With eyes we see
Love is the key*
(247 characters)

By Ponnmani at The Swan Song:
Still the Same
Their fingers got interlocked.
“Jen,I presume we were 9”
“When?”
“The first time I held your hand,it’s special”
She stared.
“Yes,for it’s the first memory you’ve regained”
Tears raced down.
“The magic in your stare,is still the same”, Jack winked.
Only he can make her smile with tears.
Letter count : 278

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Their twin grandchildren walked everywhere with them, always a few paces in front. 
The gap increased each year that passed.
Their daughter, and her husband, had been killed outright in a head on crash 8 months into her pregnancy.
The first responder wept as she declared all 4 dead.
(280 characters)

By Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Happy Couple
He’s been a wonderful husband. Devoted, romantic. Our lives have been full, with the business and the foreign travel.
He said children would be a burden. Aren’t I enough for you? he would tease, gripping my hand. I gave in, of course. Took the pills. Sometimes, though, I dream…
(278 characters)

By J.A. at Keyhole Poetry:
To Be Free
Could have been us…
50 years, maybe you’d
Have figured out I wasn’t
Extension of you, but separate
And not your slave
You lacked interest in learning me
Healthy love was foreign language
Too broken, no strength to wait
For ‘maybe things will change’
I can’t even envy old couples I see.

By John at Broadsides:
You need a sturdy tripod. A large format camera, 55mm lens, aperture set at f22 to ensure pin sharp focus across the image. Fill in flash at the end of the exposure will help. As to time exposure, you should experiment a little, use a few plates. As a guideline, the timing on this image was 45 years.

By J.P. at Wide-Eyed Wanderer
The Poetry of Us
There is a poem
I’ve always wanted to write
but I never found the words
until now
the beauty of life
and love
in a single piece
of flawless poetry
Perfection
in four words
You and Me
Us

By Indhu at Always:
If Only…
He held her hand tight and gave a beaming smile as they stood in their favorite place. Their childhood friendship blew into a beautiful romance and 63 years have gone by since they met. 
Her face was blank. His heart ached as her Alzheimer’s has eaten her most cherished memory! 
<279 characters>


Wonderful Roundup this week. Your tales were all so unique. Thank you to everyone who participated. For this week’s photo, I found this gem at Pixabay by a photographer named Skeeze. Winter is here. We have a forecast of snow for later this week. I do love to look at it as long as I don’t have anywhere to be. And I imagine the presence of this fellow might give me pause. What is the story of this lone wolf. It could be a metaphorical tale…or it could be the actual tale of this particular wolf. Have fun with it. I’m hoping to be snowed in for a few days. I’ve got fixings for potato soup and cheddar biscuits. Maybe this fellow below is coming over for dinner! haha! See you at the round up! 


Twittering Tales #113 – 4 December 2018 – Lone Wolf

Photo by Skeeze at Pixabay.com

“He just stands there, Sheriff.”
“That’s Skip. Ned raised him from a pup. He owned this place ‘fore you all.”
“He’s tame?”
“Got along with Ned. I’ll call the ranger.”
“Wait. Hey Skip!” the wife called. He raced to them, tail wagging. “Guess he just needed an invitation,” she beamed.

~kat
279 Characters
(Sorry for the early post. The new WP platform was a bit of a challenge. I am not an early fan. I suppose it’s going to take a lot of practice!)