
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.
Photo by Couleur at Pixabay.com
Starting us off…
Yeah, yeah, I know I was supposed to get the princess to kiss me to break the curse, yadda, yadda, yadda. But, can I be honest? She was a real bitch. You know the type. High maintenance with a pitchy voice that sounded like a fly on a duck turd. Bein’ green ain’t so bad.
(271 Characters)
From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Frog and the Fly
“Ribbit,” croaked the frog on the ledge of the pond.
“Excuse me?” asked a large fly.
“Ribbit,” repeated the frog.
“You’re just a big, ugly, dumb frog,” said the fly.
The frog’s tongue suddenly shot out from its mouth and caught the fly.
“Mmm, mmm good” croaked the frog as he ate it.
(278 characters)
From Reena at ReInventions:
Frog in the Well
It had taken tremendous effort to reach here. The kids were talking about some experiment, and formulating a strategy to catch him. He jumped back, fearing loss of freedom and life.
Another voice echoed in the depth,
“Frogs in the well… they have no interest in the world outside…”
(279 characters)
From Hayley at The Story Files:
Frogs Return
There were a few ways you could tell the season was changing; warmer weather and green plant shoots, but for me I knew spring was here when the loud croaking and pop splashing of the frogs in my pond started waking me up each morning.
From Sandi at Humble, but Humorous:
Unlikely Source
This is the Fountain of youth everyone speaks of?
Murky disgusting water? What now?
oh, there’s a sign, “Must catch the frog.”
And do what with it? Okay.
Wow, that sucker jumps HIGH!
Where did it go? Ew, it disappeared into the green murk.
Oh, mannnn.
248 characters
From Michael at Morpethroad:
Forlorn the frog sat by the pond wanting to contemplate his navel.
Forlorn the frog wondered what the fuss was all about.
Forlorn the frog wanted to be a man again.
Forlorn the frog knew he needed to improve his outlook.
Forlorn the frog tried, unsuccessfully, to break into a smile.
(279 characters)
From What If We All Cared:
Staying on task . . my strong point . . I am always checking various tangent options/looking into perpendicular trails. . my adventure is always way more fun . I learn and grow while off-task . . and eventually get all the on-task stuff done . . just with a “little” more flare!
From Joem18b at Does Writing Excuse Watching?:
Head Shot
take a good look, buddy. frogs are going extinct, in case you haven’t heard. why? nobody knows for sure but maybe it’s because there aren’t enough princesses around anymore. all due respect to meghan markle but her attire choices on Suits had me scratching my head the whole time.
From D. Avery at ShiftNShake:
Equanimity
granite ingrained; riveted
haunches launching; soon.
(61 characters)
From Elsie (aka Kiwinana) at Ramblings of a Writer:
The Frog
You are a lucky frog living in a well you have a quick get-a-way from the Kingfisher, no way would he go down that hole in the ground.
Living in a pond the Kingfisher would follow you through the water until you were caught or maybe get your back leg as you swam.
261 Characters
From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Backwards
I used to be a polar bear but the Fundamentalists told me the theory of evolution was a lie and made me go back to being a frog. I’ll get my own back though—they don’t believe in climate change either. Ha ha!
208 Characters
From Francine at Woman Walking Dog:
Frog’s Eye View
See me a common Frog and a Free Frogs Fighter ! Why ? I’ve heard rumours, awful stories from my frog friends. French Restaurants, frogs who disappeared. No frog knew why. I heard a rumour that…. our legs were eaten. Beyond imagining so I joined the FFF’s.
Our Mission : Ponds for All, Free From Fear !
From
Willow at
WillowDot21:
Greg sat in the sun and cursed the day he had met Gwen she was by far the most unfaithful female he had ever met.
He’d seen her canoodling with Simon the new kid on the block. Well he’d teach them, he tipped the laxative into the pond. Leaving a huge grin spread across his face.
(278 Characters)
From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:
Taddy’s a Slow Learner
Mom and Pop’s dying croaks.
Mom croaked, “A bath is important for princess-luring.”
Pop croaked, “Practice, life depends on quick leaping.”
Taddy was lonely; he was sorry they croaked.
Maybe he should try it – just jump in and get wet.
Too late!
A hawk swooped in. Taddy croaked.
(278)
FromBroadsidesDotMe:
Will this ere French princess kiss me I hope so, a kiss and hey!, it’s the frog lottery. She kind of fancies me, tickled me under the chin already. Oh No! She doesn’t want to kiss me. she wants to cook me. I nearly croaked!
From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Hubris. The word sent him into a deep and dark mood. They kept telling him to be quiet but did he listen? Several absinthes later he was libelling the archmage and proclaiming himself head of the Guild of Poisoners. Later on he was lying face down in the local swamp, as a frog.
(278 characters)
Loved your frog tales! Sticking with the theme, sort of. The photo below looks to be a heap of slimy, throbbing frog eggs. Or maybe it is alien spawn, or the remnants of chemical sludge from a remote nuclear test lab surrounded by a bog moat, an experiment gone horribly wrong. Or maybe it is the nest of a magical mystical creature. I’ll let you figure it out! Same time next week, hope to see you at the roundup!
Twittering Tales #76 – 20 March 2017

Photo by adege at Pixabay.com
Stranded
“Are you kidding me?! Out of gas?!”
“‘Fraid so. I’ll walk back to that service station. Lock the doors ‘til I get back.”
Hours passed. An eerie mist loomed. Sue had dozed off, startled awake by frogs, the size of wolves, peering at her.
“Ribitt…my favorite. Lady fingers.”
(272 Characters)
~kat