earthen crust trembles
dormant seeds burst, perishing
ever chasing the light
~kat – 14 March 2017
For Haiku Horizons’ Challenge, prompt word, “Light”.
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Twittering Tales #21 – 14 March 2017
If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.
A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. Have Fun!
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Twittering Tales #20 – The Round Up
You all wrote some fantastic tales for last week’s photo prompt. Here’s the line up! This week we had break ups and break downs, alien invasions, loss, desperation, intrigue, mystery, art…oh the drama! Thanks everyone for having such a good time with this one. Hope to see you next week! 🙂
Gayl at Gayl Wright-Words, Photos and Art wrote:
Trust Betrayed
Tired of his shallow, twisted excuses, she became angry.
Hurling the goblet to the floor she screamed,
“Go! I never want to see you again!”
(139 characters)
Broken but Determined
Like this broken glass
A marriage had been shattered
He chose another
Not to be kept down
She worked hard for their children
Filling in the gaps
(139 characters)
Michael at Morpethroad wrote:
I carried it around the world, through every customs place imaginable, and as fate would have it, I dropped it out of the box at home. Ugh!
(139 Characters)
Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger wrote:
She held her wrist inches above the glass. “God, please someone help me!” she pleaded. The door opened slowly, as tears streamed down. “Mom?”
(141 Characters)
Lorraine at 25 Words, More or Less wrote:
She is like a broken wine glass; the stem remains, but her mind, the bowl, is gone.
(84 characters)
Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes wrote:
The reception committee paused, champagne untasted, as the aliens munched through their coupes before starting on the silver cake stands.
(137 Characters)
Di at Pensitivity101 wrote:
‘Darling, you know I can’t attend these dos without a glass in my hand!’
‘Does it have to be full? Hang on, I have the perfect solution.’
(136 characters)
Francine at Woman Walking Max wrote:
Romantic dinner, I’m the only one for you? Liar. Your turn to hurt now. Cheers
(79 Characters)
Sudha at SriSudhaK wrote:
Wow geeta! You sketched it with perfection. I must say,”Amazing 3d art dear..!” And here goes my caption “A bit of optimism -Last hope”
(135 Characters)
Reena at ReInventuions wrote:
Jim was the container to hold her joy in life. He disappeared. The base was intact. She just had to drill a hole, for happiness to re-enter.
(140 Characters)
Irena at Books and Hot Tea wrote:
“It’s done. You broke it,” she wept.
The tone of her voice hit him like a punch. It sounded like she wasn’t talking about the glass anymore.
(140 characters)
Peter at Peter’s Ponderings wrote:
The magic flute was no more.
It had refilled itself with champagne for the last time.
Paula had savoured, slurped, then sloshed.
Both smashed!
(140 characters)
Kirst at Kirst Writes wrote:
You’re late. Again.
I’m here now. Happy anniversary.
She could smell cheap perfume. As he leaned towards her, she hurled the champagne flute.
(139 characters)
John at Broadsides wrote:
There are no fingerprints. It is washed. There are slivers still in the flesh of his throat, He cannot, they cannot, say who struck the blow.
(141 Characters)
and I started everyone off with this…
“I will never forgive you!” she cried. “It was my grandma’s.”
“I’m so sorry,” he lamented. He knew she wasn’t crying about a broken glass.
(138 Characters)
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Twittering Tales #21 – 14 March 2016
First off, WHAT IS THIS? Haha! Just kidding. I love antiques. But I must admit, I remember plunking on a modern version of one of these. And then I remember getting really excited when they became electrified. Of course many were over the moon over word processing machines…not quite a computer…where you typed on a keyboard and the words showed on a tiny screen instead of paper. No more carbon paper to make copies or chalky correction tape, no more messy typewriter ribbons. It was fabulous. My, my how far we have come. Anyhow, I like this photo because there is a bit of text on the paper in the typewriter. Your challenge…if you like…write a tale that continues the line typed on the paper. Or just let yourself go like I did and write what first pops into your head. Words, words, words swirling around in our heads…whatever shall we do with them! Have Fun! 🙂
Photo from Pixabay.com
The former owner of the old house was a writer. Ten years after his death he finished his novel. The author’s name? Ghostwriter, of course!
~kat
(139 Characters)
When Women Ruled the Land
A fitting microfiction tale for Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction Photo Prompt on this International Women’s Day. Peace all! 🙂
Painting by Hans Thoma
Once upon a time, when women ruled the land, the Earth Goddess appeared on Elysium Mount playing her harp to call forth Spring. The people, dressed in white, gathered in vernal fields to celebrate the emergence of new life. It was said that one could hear the sound of Earth Goddess’s harp for miles, from sea to sea. It was a time of peace, hope and prosperity.
But Old Man Winter was not fond of Earth Goddess’s gaiety or her authority. He particularly disdained her warmth and light and greenness.
“Too much green!” he bellowed, as he spewed cold nips of icy breath across the plains to dissuade the buds from blooming.
“Too much light! he bemoaned, as he sent the darkest cloak of blackness to loom over the land in the wee, late hours of night to suppress the flickering sparks of dawn.
“She is much too hot!” he growled from the center of his cold, cold heart. “The world does not need new. Things are fine just the way they are!” Old Man Winter whined every year as he retreated to the earth’s poles to wait for Spring and Summer to Fall.
Of course it was completely out of place for him to demand that the seasons, the earth and his way of bitter existence upon it, be only as he wished it to be. The seasons are as sure as the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon.
While in exile, Old Man Winter devised a plan to usurp the Earth Goddess’s rule. As winter was fading on the cusp of spring the following year, Old Man Winter sent two messengers, Power and Greed, to visit Earth Goddess as she played her harp on Elysium Mount. An enchanted flute-playing Lizard joined them. Lizards, as you know, are powerful totems of regeneration, renewal and rebirth, but they can be quite lethal, breathing fire and destruction, if allowed to sprout wings.
“Hello Fair Earth Goddess,” Power began, “we think the Spring Festival would be much more festive if you would consider adding the talents of our friend Lizard to your sinfonietta. He is a fine flautist from the rocky shoal along the Crystal Sea.”
“Imagine the beautiful music you could create together!” added Greed, “after all, two is better than one, don’t you agree?”
Knowing the legend and lore of the Lizard and seeing that he did not bear even the slightest bud of wings upon his back, Earth Goddess agreed to let Lizard play his pipe to her harp.
So enchanting and mesmerizing was the duo that the people stopped dancing to listen. It was then, that the Lizard sprouted wings, launching into a spree of terror from the sky, as had been the plan. The people scattered in fear to every corner of the earth leaving Earth Mother alone amidst the fading blooms of Spring; fading because she had stopped playing her harp when she realized she had been played. Finally, a cold wind whipped through her, ejecting her from the mount. She realized the culprit of the plot, but it was too late. Old Man Winter had won.
He still allows Spring to pass through each year, but he is clearly in control reminding her of this fact by sending unseasonal gusts of icy air. The Piper, (or Lizard as he was once known) still plays his pipe, its melody traveling on the wind while the people shudder, still scattered and fearful of shadows, bumps in the night and fire from the sky.
As history will attest, it was also the beginning of the time when men, fearful of women’s strong intuition and powerful ability to create and nurture, began to use fear to their own advantage, as a way control the people.
Though thousands of years have passed since the coup, I have heard that on rainy spring days, if one listens closely, the sound of the Earth Goddess’s harp can still be heard between rain droplets. She is close by, waiting for the day when peace, hope and prosperity are released from their chains and she is restored to her place atop Elysium Mount. On that day she will play and play, and the people will dance once again.
~kat – 8 March 2017
Cold – A Haiku
nipping vernal blooms
bellowing bursts of cold breath
winter’s bitter blitz
-kat – 7 March 2017
For Haiku Horizon’s Challenge, prompt word, “Cold”.
Twittering Tales #20 – 6 March 2017
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo. Your mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.
If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.
A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. Have Fun!
Here is our round up for this week’s prompt. I love everyone’s take. So many topics! Romance, Mystery, Heartache, Anger, Drama, Life and Death and the meaning of it all! Thanks so much to everyone who gave it a try this week. Here’s the prompt pic again, followed by your fabulous tales! If I missed your take, please be sure to let me know so I can add it to the round up.
Twittering Tale #19 – 28 March 2017
Michael at Morpethroad:
The burning flame ignites passions.
She reaches out
He takes her hand
Steadies her lighting the candle
Illuminating the essence of their love.
(138 Characters)
Sri Sudha K at Naa Prapancham, My World
She could no longer bear the pain of separation; so,she set herself on fire to join his beloved soul..Her husband who died fighting cancer..
(140 Characters)
&
His smoking habit killed her-she was bitten by lung cancer; Her only fault was loving him the way he was. But,he realised her love only after he lost her.
(154 Characters)
Reena at Reinventions
Tabloids screamed of the star’s affair, upsetting his wife. The editor’s wife, a divorce lawyer told her, “There is no smoke without fire.”
(139 Characters)
Di at Pensitivity101
A flash, so bright,
Penetrates the night,
The smell of smoke
Lingers to choke
That final sigh,
And then we die.
(105 characters)
Sangbad at Thoughts of Words
He saw a shadow in the light of his last match. It was not of his. As light dim he heard another strike of match or was it the “clap”.
(134 Characters)
Lorraine at in 25 words more or less
smoke vapour curls round flower flame. flash point. sliver of a moment. cosmic spark. quicken. embrace. to be born is to die.
(126 Characters)
Jane from Jane Dougherty Writes
Orangehead hung onto the post with his failing strength but the earthwinds, too strong for his wispy frame, dispersed his atoms like mist.
(138 Characters)
Willow at Willowdot21
A moment in time. Smoke wisps grey, flame as yellow as the forgotten sun As the red tip expired with the heat she died her life done
(140 Characters )
Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger
“After the tunnel collapsed upon them, Jim found a lone match in his pants to strike. Can they find an escape route before it burns out?”
(137 Characters)
Francine at Woman Walking Max
Gondolier: Carnival is over Colombine. Your lover Harlequin lies in the crypt. Be brave, follow this light.
(107 Characters)
Kirst at KirstWrites
Light a candle. That’s all you can do. Focus on the flame. Maybe the smoke will carry our hopes to some god or kindly fairy up there.
(133 characters)
Leara at Leara Writes and Takes Pics
A word lit the flame. Hooded figures chanted. The fire grew, and smoke billowed. This world, a failed experiment, would burn to start anew.
(139 Characters)
Irena at Books and Hot Tea
Matches burn slowly, as smoke dances around. She burned up quickly, in the outburst of once tamed anger. Her smoke swallowed all it touched.
(140 characters)
Peter at Peter’s Pondering
Sulphur and brine
a view that is mine
our food just isn’t the same
we haven’t a hope
til we see how we cope
with preservatives put to the flame
(140 characters)
and my little tale to start the things off:
The bitter-sweet fusion of sulfur and gasoline seared her nostrils. She flung the match into the darkened room; the past best left to ashes.
(140 Characters)
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Twittering Tale #20 – 7 March 2017
I like what everyone did with last week’s abstract image. You all are so creative! Here’s another odd photo for you to simmer on. What is the story behind this photo? Mmmmm. I do hope you’ll give it a go. Have fun! My tale is below.
Photo from Pixabay.com
“I will never forgive you!” she cried. “It was my grandma’s.”
“I’m so sorry,” he lamented. He knew she wasn’t crying about a broken glass.
~kat
(138 Characters)
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