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Twittering Tale #17 – 14 February 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and 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 us a new prompt.  Have Fun!

Here is the roundup of last week’s creative twittering tales based on the photo below. If I missed your story, please let me know so I can add it to the line-up.

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Photo from Pexels.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:

The cat trained me well. I knew when to fed it when to nurse it when to leave it alone.
It purred contentedly in my lap when happy with me.
(140 characters)

From Di at Pensivity101:

He could feel the love through the pain, and sighed.
She knew where to assert just enough pressure and with tears in her eyes, felt him go.
(138 characters)

From Willow at Willowdot21:

Tom was busy he took his  work seriously! The  food  and  perks  were good.He  was well loved and  he  was proud of his title Hospice Cat.
 (139  Characters)

From Lorraine at 25WordsOrLess:

After many years of practice, Patricia perfected the Vulcan mind meld on cats. Live long and prospurr.
(102 characters)

From Ros at RamblingsFromRos:

No cats inside. Who was she to care? In a few minutes they would be somewhere without rules. She’d fed the cat. She just had to eat hers.
(138 characters)

From Joy at Poetry Joy

Tired, sweetly supine in her
arms, this dear feline friend
remains more faithful than
the rest, whom time and age
gradually removed, dispersed
(140 characters)

She didn’t want to go, leave
this house and home, for who
else would know how to take
care of her darling cat or give
her such loving attention?
(140 characters)

She stroked him under the chin
and chuckled deep within, for
none could know this cat now
in sweet repose was none
other than a witch’s familiar
(140 characters)

From Kathryn at AnotherFoodieBlogger:

Gladys was fed up with the damned therapy cat they kept placing in her lap.

“Shhh kitty, be still. You won’t feel a thing.”
(139 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:

Sophie, the dementia care cat, knew that she may be roughly handled, she didn’t mind. She’d seen too many come and go, but loved them all!
(140 characters)

Claude had been a faithful companion to Mary for 15 years.  This was the best lap in the world. Together they breathed a last contented sigh!
(140 characters)

From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller:  

Every day I’ve squeezed the life from my childhood pet, and every day he’s woken, reborn. Defiant. Never will I be free of Lucifer’s cat.
(137 Characters)

From Kirstwrites:

Minutes ticked by. Every day just like the last, alone with her memories. At least the cat was company. She wished the phone would ring.
(138 Characters)

From Reena:  

The bridal henna was fading away, but Kitty had not allowed my husband to come near me. It was a tough choice between love and loyalty.
(135 characters)

From Gayl:

Old, Wrinkled, Still Beautiful
Her hands were wrinkled, but still a certain beauty lingered about her.
Trouble is it seemed no one cared except her fluffy feline friend.
(138 characters)

Grief and Comfort
Her heart was heavy. Her soul mate was dead.
Kitty seemed to sense her pain and refused to leave.
It brought a bit of comfort in her grief.
(139 characters)

The Gift of a Pet
Bella loved Sam, a gift from her son.
She laughed at the antics of this furry pet.
He wore himself out, only to sleep peacefully in her lap.
(140 characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:

My pet loves to cuddle and I love the soft touch, too. But at times, the pet cuddles for too long. I guess that’s what I have the claws for.
(140 characters)

From sydthejack at 2WholeMinutes:

I stroked his neck, his fur and purring calming me, centering me. Our eyes met, a silent understanding between us. My bubby, his human.
(136 Characters) 

From Mick E. Talbot Poems:

twittering tales
from the hearts of many
love despair hope

so much goodness
twittering tales all from the heart
love hope empathy

Twittering Tales (Acrostic)
Twittering
Wishes
Interesting too
Taken from life
Tales
Experiences
Reflections
Inner visions
Nature
Glimmering

Take heed
All thee who care
Love
Evolution
Seek truth
(Characters: 140)

From Pat at Black Cat Alley:

Gran is a-jammin’
smokin’ right
her groove got
with bat alight.

Gran is a-jammin’
in 7th Heaven
she her weed
me my seed
nippy cat’s meow
delight.
(character count: 136)

and from me:

Morty
Morty roamed the halls of Shady Grove growling at anyone who got too close. But it was well-known if he liked you, your days were numbered.
(139 Characters)

Thank you EVERYONE for participating. Such sweet, whimsical, and macabre tales this week. What a variety!  And thank you as well for sharing the challenge with your friends and followers. A few new voices joined the challenge. Hope everyone comes back this week to tell the tale of the photo below. In honor of Valentine’s Day I give you Twittering Tale #17.

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Photo from Pixabay.com

She walked here each day. Norm traced a heart in the sand. As she passed by, a huge wave swallowed his ankles. “Tomorrow,” he sighed.
(134 Characters)

kat – 14 February 2017 


Twittering Tales #16 – 7 February 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and 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 us a new prompt.  Have Fun!

Here is the roundup of last week’s creative twittering tales based on the photo below. If I missed your story, please let me know so I can add it to the line-up.

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Photo from Pexels.com

Gayl from her blog of Words, Photos and Art started us off with three wistful tales bring us full circle.

Leaving Home
With a lump in his throat he took one last look.

Saying goodbye was hard. Determined, he turned away.
He’d do his best and make them proud.
(137 characters)

The Big City
Big city awaits
Scary for this country boy
A new place and job

Her letters charmed him
For the first time they would meet
Would they hit it off?
(139 characters)

Coming Back Home
Would anyone recognize him? 16 years had passed!

Still, it was home. At least his mom would welcome him with a hug.
He was nervous but happy.
(139 characters)

Pat from BlackCatAlley wrote about rites of passage.

Look left at what’s left behind.
Right holds no purchase yet
A shadowed place of regret
Black ashes fill your mouth
Rite of passage will out.
(character count: 138)

Michael at Morpethroad wrote a tale that really tugged at the old heartstrings with a cliffhanger! Grab a tissue.

Will he be there?
What will I do if he’s not?
I’ve nowhere to go.
He said he’d be there.
I can’t turn around now.
Please be there.
I love you.
(136 Characters)

Kathryn at AnotherFoodieBlogger gave us a cautionary tale about what happens when one does not pay attention. I have to admit she got me. I completely misread the ending!

With his Beats on full blast, he didn’t hear the “assume crash position” command in the final minute before touchdown. All survived but one.

Lady Lee Manila penned a tale of pondering and acceptance in her twitter poem.

Endured the pain
Summer came
Was there a flicker of hope?
Did I overcome the storm?
When the flame died down
I had to accept

No place like home
(137 Characters)

Di at Pensivity101 wrote about the high price of overcoming a phobia.

She wondered if it was worth it.
Ten thousand bucks to look out of a window.
That was the cost of addressing her flying anxiety.
(126 characters)

Joy at Poetry Joy shared three poetic tales tucked into a lovely essay about home.

He feels a tug to look back
calling him homeward
His eyes realize how vast
the universe can be
He aches to stay as he
breaks the cord to leave
(139 characters)

A window seat is a way
to see more clearly, get
a fresh perspective, because
home is anywhere at all
No more or less than
a place to lay his head
(140 characters)

“Are you ready for this?

He nods, gulps back tears, turns to take another look outside, where home shrinks small while he faces new horizons.
(140 characters)

Peter at Peter’s Ponderings wrote a chilling, dark tale that I’m guessing did not have a happy ending!

For maximum casualties from the full load of fuel, the bomb would explode as the plane reached 100 feet. 

Just time for one final prayer!
(136 characters)

Willow at WillowDot21 took us on a whirlwind tale of regret that ended in relief! Whew!

Had he done wrong?Too late now!It had seemed an innocent request. Panicking he open the bag, it was just a scarf the label said.Love to Mum.
{139 Characters}

Sonali at Howling with the Wolf was moved by the gray tones in this week’s prompt, giving us a sad tale.

Weren’t your friends supposed to be on this trip? 
She smiled forlornly.

“They couldn’t make it.”

Abandonment was a bitter pill to digest. 
(137 characters)

Lorraine at her FrillyFreudianSlip took a whimsical look at the mind of a worry-wart.

did I  water the fichus?
did I turn off the stove?
did I unplug the heater?
did I lock the door?
did I leave my keys in the door?
did I . . .
(136 Characters)

Nicola from SometimesStellarStoryteller gave us a futuristic view of a world unraveled by a political ideology. I do hope it’s not a premonition!

I often rode the train to gaze on history, aching for a return to the life replayed here in grayscale, before Trump cremated the surface.
(137 Characters)

Newcomer this week, Paul at LifeAt17 took us on a liberating journey of letting go and hope for the future.

“Finally, I am venturing forth into a new journey away from the shackles of past, away from toxic people and situations sucking me dry.”
(108 Characters)

Irena at Books and Hot Tea wrote about starting over and new beginnings.

Window introduces me to my new home. Leaving was hard, though I had nothing to leave. Arriving is harder, with everything to win or lose.
(137 Characters)

Leara, another newbie to the challenge, of LearaWritesAndTakesPics also told us a tale about new beginnings.

The Tracks
Watching the past pass away with its lights and shadows, I leave it all behind. I leave them all behind. Down these tracks, a new life waits.
(141 Characters)

The Bag Lady carried the new beginnings theme home with a tale of leaving.

Joanne looked out and silently said goodbye to her past. She had to look only forward now. A new life, new job, new destination, success.
(137 Characters)

And starting you all off, here is my tale about going back home…

Home
It had been years. Everything had changed, new buildings and faces. But one thing remained. Home was there, smaller than he remembered.
(135 Characters)

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I just have to say, YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! What a great group of twitter tales this week! I love that each one is unique. Even if the theme is similar, it is so interesting to hear your unique voices adding to the narrative. And Bravo y’all. You are masters of brevity, telling your stories, one and all, in 140 characters or less!

Are you ready for this week’s prompt photo? Here you go. Have FUN! 🙂

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Photo from Pexels.com

Morty

Morty roamed the halls of Shady Grove growling at anyone who got too close. But it was well-known if he liked you, your days were numbered.
(139 Characters)

-kat – 7 February 2017


Lost and Found – a Three Line Tale


Lost and Found

They had searched frantically for hours when a member of the team found Emily’s teddy bear hanging vicariously over the murky water from the railing of the shuttered bridge.

The authorities kept her mother far from the site, offering her coffee in an attempt to protect her from the awful truth, while the sergeant called for the aquatic search team.

As onlookers gathered to watch, the mother, clinging to her baby girl’s teddy bear at the perimeter of the horrible spectacle was jolted from her sobbing by a gentle tug on her coat sleeve, “Mommy, you found my Boo Bears…I been lookin’ eberwheres for him.”

kat – 24 January 2017

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Sean Tan via Unsplash.


Twittering Tale #13 – 17 January 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and 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 us a new prompt.  Have Fun!
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Here is the roundup based on last week’s photo from pixabay.com:

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From LadyLee Manila a poetic tale about life:

a bridge of time so to speak
challenges we try to manage
from the bridge we see the world
seen sunrises and sunsets
days and nights no regrets
(138 Characters)

Michael of morpethroad, a bit of mischief…

They met a man upon the bridge on their way to market.
The dog growled, the girls screamed.
The man giggled. Then they threw him in the drink.
(140 Characters)

Kathryn of anotherfoodieblogger gave us a solemn tale that I’m sure many can relate to…

The family stopped at the top of the bridge, admiring the golden sunset of his favorite lake.
“Is it time?”
“It is time. Scatter the ashes.”

From Willow a triumphant tale of victory…

We’d watch the sunset from the bridge, celebrating that we have survived another week. All of us, even the dog had beaten the big C!
(136 Characters)

From Sonali at howling with the wolf, a reminder that none of us a alone…

Nobody knew about the inspiration – his three friend and dog infallible support team.
The painting, however, sold for 4 million.
(127 Characters)

Newcomer, Mick at MicksBlog, really got into the challenge with not one but three poetic tweets…

Silhouettes, eclipsing light.
Moon darkening the sun.
Partners traversing wooden bridge
Can they see silhouettes.
Yes, shouting back at me.
(138 Characters)
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The joy of silhouettes,
Setting sun many thanks.
Your plight is nearly done.
Moon to has power to create
Much silhouetting fun.
(123 Characters)
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Tanka
Silhouettes
black silhouettes
a humped wooden bridge as well
a dog with master
three people suddenly freeze
silhouettes in fear of hound
(121 Characters)

Lorraine’s frilly Freudian slip made me LOL with its odd twist at the end!

“Nice Doggie,” the girls said. Little did they know that the full moon was rising and this was a were-poodle: a house-size version of a were-wolf.
(135 Characters)

Joy at PoetryJoy proves that “every picture tells a story” by presenting us with three tweets (a story and 2 poems) based on the photo:

First the story…
He saw them framed by sun’s dying rays, knew it might come to this. He’d already lost wife and child; now they wanted his canine friend.
(137 characters)

Poem One…
A dying sun’s rays bathes inky figures
The river ripples with golden glints
Time and tide wait for no man
His canine friend beckons
But he wants to run
(140 characters)

Poem Two…
All is solemn, still, a place
now steeped in silhouettes
Bathed in liquid gold, they wait
His dog moves forward eagerly
But he pauses, hesitates
(140 characters)

Our new friend Gayl Wright, who heard about the challenge from Joy, joined us this week with a mystery…

An evening walk
A gorgeous sunset
Blinded by the fiery ball
They were mesmerized
In that very instant she vanished
Where did she go?
Would she ever return?
(149 Characters)

Louise at The Storyteller’s Abode zoomed in on the person in the boat hidden under the bridge for her tale. Good eye Louise!

“None of them knew I was there, under the bridge, but I heard everything.”
“And…?”
“Yes. I’ll testify. He did it. He killed them all.”
(134 Characters)

From Pat at blackcatalley, we get a glimpse at the beyond through the eyes of a couple of lost “tourists”…

“The Golden Gate’s view is disappointing,” she said.
The man replied, “This is Rainbow Bridge.”
“We’re …?”
“Yup.” And his dog happily barked.
(140 Characters)

Irena from booksandhottea shares a common story that anyone with a beautiful, big dog can relate to…(me included)

Three smiling faces welcomed Tom. He felt lucky to have such good friends, unaware it was his dog Barkley they were really happy to see.
(138 Characters)

and finally my tale
Agent Smith knew the Association would eventually find him.

“Go home to your families while you can,” he sighed, “nothing can save us now.”
(139 Characters)

I loved the diversity of this round up of tales and your eagle eye attention to the details of the photograph. As Joy mentioned on her blog, “every picture tells a story”…quite a few stories in fact.

Of course I am delighted to welcome new members to our creative flock of tweeters! I hope you’ll come back and take a stab at the photo below. If I missed your twittering tale, please let me know so I can be sure to add you to the roundup and post a link to your blog.

The prompt photo below is from pexels.com. So…what’s going on in this photo? Tell us all the juicy details…in 140 characters or less, of course! 😉

Have a great week. See you back on Tuesday! 🙂

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Twittering Tale #13 – 17 January 2017

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Acting paranoid he whispered, “No one believes me. But I swear I saw ’em, plain as day!”

“Just start from the beginning,” she assured him.

(138 characters)

kat ~ 17 January 2017


An Introverted Soirée

photo by Annie Spratt via Unsplash

Though she hated dinner parties and hosting guests, hated people in general, for that matter, Florrie had a brilliant idea.

She set the table with her most luxurious china, silverware, crystal and cloth linens, snickering with glee as she added the final touch; a host of prickly, obnoxious, highly pollinated compositae forming an island across the middle of the table and protruding from several vases.

When her dinner guests arrived and took their assigned seats around the table, each one was eventually forced to excuse themselves, stricken with sneezing and coughing fits, until there was no one left but Florrie, who was quite pleased with her brilliant self for having pulled off her favorite type of affair, a party for one!

kat ~ 12 January 2017

A Three Line Tale for Sonya’s weekly challenge. Having bad seasonal allergies, I took one look at the”floral” arrangements and knew I would never make it through a dinner at this table!!! 😊


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