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Twittering Tales #110 – 13 November 2018

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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 #109 – The Roundup

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Photo by Glamazon at Pixabay.com

Starting us off:

Broken Memories
“Isn’t my Charlie handsome?” Granny swooned. “We met at the USO you know. He was a sergeant and I had volunteered to serve coffee and donuts.”
“What is she talking about,” Stu asked his mom, “there’s no picture there.”
“Shhh. Mind your manners Stu. Don’t be rude.”
“But…”
“Hush…”
~kat
279 Characters

By Reena at ReInventions:
Extinct
One by one, the awards and certificates lose significance. Values move on to a different level.
I am in search of that one new thing which can be framed to define my life. But then, I realize I need a hi-tech kaleidoscope of moving images. Photo frames are now a thing of the past.
(280 characters)

By The Dark Netizen:
Don’t Peek
It has existed for many years.
Every subsequent generation is told about the mirror. How it is to remain undisturbed and untouched, no peeking. But, every generation has one inquisitive one. My little had brother removed the white sheet and peeked into it.
He is still inside….
Character Count: 278

By Michael at Morpethroad:
Gran placed fresh flowers every day beside the last image she had of Grandad.
She said he loved flowers, she felt an obligation to honour him in that way.
We puzzled over what she saw.
Grandad had been dead years, they never got on we thought.
He had his ways she’d say when we asked.
(280 Characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
She always kept flowers by the frame to remind her of the person who’d meant more to her than anyone, someone she’d lost years ago.
Placing the fresh flowers in the vase, her reflection caught in the mirror frame.
Then, putting on her façade, she went out into the world.

[271 Characters]

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Hell Hath No Fury
“What happened to the picture of you and Dad in that silver frame on the side table?” Ann asked her mother.
“Sweetie, I found out that your dad’s been cheating on me, so I threw out the photo and when that bastard comes home from work I’m gonna smash his head in with the frame.”
(278 characters)

By Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
So many have gone, so many faces. She could paper a wall with their photos. She places flowers by a single picture frame, leaves it empty. Her memory provides the images.

By The Haunted Wordsmith:
Showcase Home
Everything was showcase ready. Everything perfect and pristine. After working hard for thirty years to afford the perfect home and high-end objects; her dream became reality. Few saw what was missing. She did. How couldn’t she? An empty picture frame matched her empty heart.
276-characters

By Di at Pensitivity 101:
‘You will always have flowers. Just take a picture and put it in this frame. Next day they will be real.’
And they were, just as Merlin promised.
144 characters

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Frame
I saw the small photo frame in a charity shop and decided it would do to put in the wedding gift box. I was determined not to spend the small fortune my sister was demanding people did on presents. I had my own wedding to save up for as well.

By Willow at WillowDot21:
“What, d’you mean he’s removed all photos from earth.” God was in no mood for riddles. Gabriel had that pained look that Michael and St Peter had grown to fear.
Satan, knee deep in photos giggling happily. “All I asked Azriel to do was to put me in the picture.”Gabriel screamed.
(278 Characters)

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Away with the fairies
Mary placed fresh flowers by the picture frame every Friday, the day that her 4 year old son had jumped into the picture.
He’d always insisted that the fairies talked to him, and said he could join them. She’d played along, and said how lovely it would be.
She regretted that now!
(280 characters)

By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Every morning was the same ritual.
Kiss an empty frame, offer flowers and a prayer.
I asked her who she idolized.
“Me!” she said.
“See my reflection, there?
I don’t see my crippled body in that reflection, only my face.
Normally all I see is my disability and can’t see Me.”
(278 characters)

By Schaap Schrifjt (Sheep Writes) at mijn hoofd is vol, letters dansen op papier (My Head is Full, Letters are Dancing on Paper):
Beauty
No matter how much make-up I’ll wear
or how skinny I am;
the mirror will not picture me beautiful.
I’m the only one who can.

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
The Mirror
Previously, mirrors were the mode of communication.
Holding the mirror in hand, one would talk with loved and dear ones.
Now, it’s just an empty frame.
Magic become Science.
The mirror is now being used in smartphones for video calls..
Character Count – 232

By Schweta at My Random Ramblings:
Void
On their first wedding anniversary, they got a beautiful, silver photo frame.
Years later, he still can’t bring himself to get rid of it.. the only physical reminder of her.
The flowers beside it never wilted, unlike his marriage
The frame remained empty, much like his broken heart.
(280 characters)

By Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Empty Frame
You can’t see it?
What? A man in white on a snowy day?
You can laugh, but I see it watching me. And I hear it, whispering late at night. It won’t let me move the frame.
I smirk after her as she leaves the room. Daft old bat, my Gran. Wait – was that a whisper?
(280 characters. Boom.)

By Deb at Twenty Four:
She had placed a lot of trust in her daughter to look after the shop while she was on leave and it appeared the other had risen to the occasion, Julie decided as she turned a corner only to pause aghast. A frame without a picture, perhaps her faith had been misplaced after all.
(272 characters)

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Faceless
candlelight dinner date
romantic movie nights
liberating coffee breaks
bouquet of roses
I finally found love
in faceless photos

By The Indie She:
She stared at the empty frame, a replica of void in her life.
Her loved ones whom she had given her all had robbed her of all hues. She was a blank canvas awaiting a splash of colours.
But she swathed herself in pink and purple blossoms that lent her hope and new shades of life.
(277 characters)

By Trollekar:
He bought the frame
For that one dame
Who would be his only soulmate
But no woman he met
Was so perfect
So he let them all go away
Now the frame lies empty
And he lives in self pity
For the love that he never found
Still not realizing
He could still find it
If he just took a look around
(276 characters)

Another great round! We have several newcomers! Welcome. I hope you’ll join us again. I post everyone’s tale here so everyone can read them all in one place. It never ceases to amaze me how many twists and turns one photograph can inspire. But there are links to everyone’s sites. Be sure to check each other’s blogs out. That’s the best part about challenges. Meeting new bloggers. Being inspired!

This week, I’m challenging you with a photo of a couple of sheep by KleineKiwi at Pixabay.com. Maybe they were the last thing you saw before taking a deep dive into REM and a nightmare! Or maybe the protagonist in your story is lost midst a flock of these fellows. Or…these two have a thing or two to say. What would a sheep say if a sheep could speak? I hope you have fun this week. I’ll see you at the Round-up. Happy Tweeting!


Twittering Tales #110 – 13 November 2018

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By KleineKiwi at Pixabay.com

In an Alternative Universe…
How Insulting!
What’s insulting?
Isn’t it enough that they count us one by one to help them sleep? We’re not boring. Am I boring?
Not even.
They sheer us for our wool.
Some of them eat us!
Right! But now they’re comparing ‘trumpsters’ to us. I’m mean really!
What’s the world coming to?

~kat
280 Characters


Twittering Tales #109 – 6 November 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 #108 – The Roundup

Starting us off:
Something was horribly wrong.
Lizzy rushed over to a fellow in a white suit with a clipboard. “Is this hell? Or purgatory? Surely this is not…”
“Heaven? Why, yes it is, Lizzy. ”
Then, she recognized a face. “Pastor Phillips?”
“Hi Lizzy. You’re just in time for potluck and bingo!”
~kat
280 Characters

By The Dark Netizen:
She walked through the crowded street, unnoticed by passers by. She walked on, among the crowd, wondering if it made any difference whether she was alive or dead in this crowd? Did these people exist for each other? Or were they all wandering wraiths like her?
Cursed to live on…
Character Count: 280

By Reena at ReInventions:
Loneliness
loneliness
in sea of people
I struggle
to find
familiarity
become stranger to myself

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Alone
Jan had been talking to a guy at a local bar. He must have slipped something into her drink because she couldn’t remember how she got here.
As she looked around at the throng of people milling about in the alleyway, she realized that she didn’t know a soul. She felt totally alone.
(280 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Secrets
They had secrets. Secrets she wanted. Secrets she needed. It all started a year ago with a bet. A stupid, silly bet that she never expected would result in this. Today was her deadline. It was their secrets or her soul. She had collected from everyone there. All except one.
273-character

By Deepa with Sync With Deep:
Alone
am I being
all alone
or
being alone
among the crowd?

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Intolerance to Blue
She was a rebel amongst the crowd.
The new regime banned colour and the conformist crowd wore grey. She wore her blue denim like a badge proclaiming her independence.
The small crowd, like a rivulet of bodies, carried her on, to her trial.
Independence was not tolerated.
[272 characters]

By Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Time Warp
We’ve all had that feeling of being the odd one out, the sore thumb, and when you can’t change your clothes from what you were wearing when you fell under a bus leaving Woodstock, you take it beyond the grave.

By Di at Pensitivity 101:
The noise was deafening.
So many voices, so much confusion, so many lost souls.
How could she help them all?
106 characters

By Michael at Morpethroad:
It didn’t seem right. Diagon Alley wasn’t meant to feel so lonely when surrounded by so many.
She knew it was the dark forces, black spells had taken over.
She searched for a well-known landmark but like a nightmare there was none.
She saw him in the distance, Harry? Is it you?

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Fade to Grey.
“Five minutes,” Jo said,”don’t move.” That was an hour ago. She hated shopping,felt so uneasy in a crowd.
Around people, just grey blobs to her. She was jostelled. Why had he taken her cane?
A lead was put in her hand.”Let’s start your training.” A new voice said. “Surprise”said Jo
(280 Characters)

By Melanie at Sparks from a Combustible Mind: Newcomer Melanie shared a great 278 word tale inspired by the photo. While I don’t have room to post the whole thing here, click on her blog site link and read it for yourself. 🙂

By Deb at Twenty Four:
It had seemed such a great opportunity when they pitched it to her but now, she was forced to reconsider.
She was but a face in the crowd, they passed her by without a thought and for the first time she felt alone.
Who would have known being an extra could be so stressful?
(272 characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Distress Signal
The bustling bazaar came to a standstill as Jane’s entire body suddenly lit up, like she was on the verge of going up in flames.
Jane looked up in disgust, and then, adjusting her earpiece subtly, grumbled, “I didn’t ask for a laser beam, you ass. I said- Beam me up, Scotty!”
275 characters.

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The Happening
It was a strange community.
They never seemed to get together, or even to communicate at the most basic level, until someone suggested they arrange a happening.
Maisie keenly arranged it all.
Just what is a happening? Jack asked.
Think of it as a play, she said.
With (280 characters!)

Wonderful tales this week! This week there is an empty photo frame and a vase of flowers. Tell me a story. Add your own photo to the frame. Most of all, have fun in 280 characters or less. I’ll see you at the Roundup!


Twittering Tales #109 – 6 November 2018


Photo by Glamazon at Pixabay.com

Broken Memories

“Isn’t my Charlie handsome?” Granny swooned. “We met at the USO you know. He was a sergeant and I had volunteered to serve coffee and donuts.”

“What is she talking about,” Stu asked his mom, “there’s no picture there.”

“Shhh. Mind your manners Stu. Don’t be rude.”

“But…”

“Hush…”

~kat

279 Characters


Twittering Tales #108 – 30 October 2018

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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 #107 – The Roundup

Starting us off…

Every night she dreamed she was in an insane asylum surrounded by hundreds of ravens, cackling wildly. But it was the grounds that were most terrifying. There were people hiding behind trees everywhere.
“Don’t drink the pumpkin spice lattes,” they screamed.
It was horrible!
~kat
(276 Characters)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
Something weird happened when the pumpkins developed a skin, not unlike his own.
He had nightmares, where he was in a forest and hands, and arms appeared around the trees, he felt threatened, scared and somewhat confused more so by the flock of crows circling their old house.
(273 characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
Common Sense
“The birds know, the pumpkins in the field know…”
“What?”
“The secrets hiding behind the bushes ….”
“And how do we know that?”
“Simple, Mama … walk over to the other side of the tree.”
My little one can sure apply common sense to fairy tales. Reading out a story is not fun anymore.
(277 characters)

By The Dark Netizen:
1-Missing
Any leads on the missing men?
Easy for my boss to ask. I was the one who spent the entire night searching for the three VIPs who had all gone missing yesterday.
Now, the rain has stopped. The sunlight reveals the crows having a feast.
I suspect they have found the bodies.
Character Count: 270

2-Forest of Hands
Many years ago, the government had decided to clear the forest. All trees were to be cut down. In response, a group of naturalists had started a tree hugging movement. Since they loved the trees, the trees absorbed their bodies.
Only their hands remain visible, to this day..
Character Count: 275

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Never Should’ve Moved Here
“I knew we never should’ve moved from Idaho to Oregon,” Clyde said.
“We talked about this before I accepted the job,” Sue said. “You said you were okay moving here and being a househusband.”
“It’s not that.”
“What is it, then?”
“It’s all these damn liberal tree huggers around here.”
(279 characters)

By Kristian from Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
The Passing of Power
She rested in the ruin, the constant sound of the crows lulled her to sleep.
Keeping up the public façade was exhausting and her title no longer bestowed the power that used to enchant her so.
She accepted her time was over.
Satan ruled openly now, money was the way he kept score.
[280 characters]

By Willow at WillowDot21:
SILENCE.
There’s no peace since the ravens arrived, crawing and whirling around the roof.
The day they began to roost was the day the Ents came.Trees with arms and voices
Surly it couldn’t get any worse?
Then the grumbling pumpkin turned up in a box of gourds. I’ve not slept in months.
(277 Characters)

By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Pumpkin Patch
“Don’t go play too far George!” yells mom.
But George wasn’t there.
Panicked she runs to the pumpkin patch.
Pumpkins’ are carving their own Halloween structures.
George is there, light coming out his eyes, nose and mouth.
A big pumpkin grabs mom.
She joins George up on the fence.
(279 characters)

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Haunted Halloween
Amy decided to take the spookiness level of her Halloween party a notch higher. The haunted house in the woods with ravens clucking around, the crinkled pumpkins added to the eeriness. But, the hands creeping around the trees was not a part of the theme….now fear gripped her!
Letter count : 279

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
Nature’s Play
For the lack of trees, flock of birds started seeking shelter in mental asylum.
Patients from the asylum, cared the for nature and started tree hugging movement to save forests.
And nature’ s harvest was pumpkins with boils all over for the people who didn’t cared!!
Character Count – 264

By Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Well Appointed
House for Sale

Well appointed mansion in exclusive area of town.
Ravens optional.
Decorated in Baroque splendour,
With grand staircase in hallway.
Spacious crypts resplendent with cobwebs and creaky doors.
Nullifying, soul destroying atmosphere lends exclusivity to property.
Quick sale
(280 characters)

By Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
There are bars at the windows to stop us flying away, but the sisters are waiting. It’s coming, they say, and when the sky is black with crow wings and the sun and moon are eggs cracked open and eaten, their light devoured, no bars will hold us back.

By Hayley at The Story Files:
The birds were flocking around the house like they had done every morning now. I stopped my delivery bike, newspaper still in hand and wondered what was going on. Walking into the back garden, clouds of birds wheeling, I saw why. There was a dead body on the lawn.

By Deb at Twenty Four:
She had ignored the changes initial but there came a time when enough was enough and while they didn’t care, the word neighborhood still bore meaning to her.
Dorothy glanced at Toto, ravens as pets?  It was the final straw – that wicked witch was going to hear from her lawyer.
(276 characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Pumpkin for the Princess
“Uncle,” the Princess petulantly cried out, “that pumpkin dish was horrible.
I HAD to throw it to the crows.”
I needed to find a new Cook fast, or find a better way to poison my niece.
273 characters.

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Let’s face it!
1-Peter, the pumpkin, was feeling really glum. You could see by the look on his face.
He’d been in this pile of pumpkins for 2 weeks now and, despite having worked his way up to the top and front of the pile, no-one had chosen him to be their Jack-o’-lantern for Halloween. Sad face!
(280 characters)

2-An educated palate
The crows all knew that it was only a matter of time!
The boarding school was absolutely chock-a-block with small, tasty, children.
The birds were salivating with the sweet smell of young flesh, rising up on the thermals.
They had to come out soon.
It was only a matter of time!
(275 characters)

3-Retired hurt!
The naturist tree huggers club had chosen their site really badly for this year’s convention.
The forest was mostly made up of young oak trees and the bark was really rough.
The opening “get to know your tree” dance resulted in multiple injuries and most members had to retire hurt!
(280 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
Trick or tweet” said the little boy in the monster mask.
You mean treat?
‘Here’s the deal, you give me 100 bucks or I tweet that you molested me in my monster suit”
The tin of sweets dropped and he looked to the heavens. Reaching for his wallet – “I’ve only 50 dollars”
“That’ll do” and the little boy turned and left. And the Vicar closed the door


I believe you all enjoyed last week’s photos. In fact a few of you wrote several tales. And some of you used all three photos in one story. I enjoyed them all! What fun! 😊

This week, a photo by graehawk@pixabay.com. There are quite a few stories waiting to be told in this one. Have fun with it, in 280 Characters or less…140 if you’re up for a challenge. And I’ll see you at the roundup!


Twittering Tales #108 – 30 October 2018

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Photo by Graehawk at Pixabay.com

Something was horribly wrong.

Lizzy rushed over to a fellow in a white suit with a clipboard. “Is this hell? Or purgatory? Surely this is not…”

“Heaven? Why, yes it is, Lizzy. ”

Then, she recognized a face. “Pastor Phillips?”

“Hi Lizzy. You’re just in time for potluck and bingo!”

~kat
280 Characters


Twittering Tales #107 – 23 October 2018

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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 #106 – The Roundup
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Starting us off…
The Great Christmas War
“This is the Christmas War exhibit,” droned the tour guide.
“What’s a Christmas?” asked a wide-eyed boy.
“Well,” the tour guide winked, “50 years ago, Christmas was banned because it drove people nuts! Filled ‘em with greed, hate, envy, rage!”
“Sounds scary!”
“It was buddy. It was.”
~kat
280 Characters

By Reena at ReInventions:
Diversity and Inclusion
“I asked you to find the missing arm, not replace the upper body.”
“It was faster.”
“But the outfits are not designed to accommodate male breasts. And what’s it with that neckpiece? Where does it originally belong?”
“Holy fish… that cap?”
“This is retail, not a diversity challenge.”
(280 characters)

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
I had hoped to make it until this Christmas. But my battery started draining too quickly and my human decided to trade me in for the latest model, which was just released a few weeks ago. I’ve been returned to this warehouse to be decommissioned and harvested for spare parts.
(276 characters)By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
At the End of the Day
All his friends were there. They would always be there. Watching. Forever watching. They watched as he fell into a pit of despair. They watched as he celebrated years in a single day. They watched as he plunged the knife deep into his chest, and when he took his last breath.
275-characterBy The Dark Netizen:
Party
I was excited.
It was the first time that I had been invited to a house party. It was being hosted by this group of the coolest people in college. I had loads of booze, and finally passed out.
When I came to, the house party was still on.
Just that now, I was inside the dollhouse.
Character Count: 280By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
The Tomb of our Ancestors
Perfect features and permanent grins gazed at him blankly as he shone his torch into the sealed room.
It had been closed for a hundred years, since the last time artificial intelligent beings had tried to take control.
This time we’d learned from our mistakes. The humans had not.
[279 characters]By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
A Glimpse
I heard that she is a beautiful maiden..
I longed to meet her and one day, I did.
Her house was full of stone mannequins.
Some had their hand detached, some had emptiness in their eyes..
And I also joined her collection.
Wish I hadn’t longed for a glimpse of Medusa..
Character Count – 262By Hayley at The Story Files:
Hallomas
A war was going on in the office between the Halloween lovers and the Christmas lovers. All the decorations kept getting switched around until one day, everyone around at work and saw that someone who had clearly had enough of the war had created a new combined holiday; Hallomas.By Deb at Twenty Four:
Nadia walked slowly around the piece, considering it from every angle and as she did so, her brow furrowed.
Her girlfriend had been quite insistent and though she had waved her comments aside, now that she looked, there was no denying it.
The resemblance to her ex was uncanny.
(275 characters)By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Rave Party
“I saw these people having a good time, so I asked them for a glass of eggnog, Officer. The next thing I knew, I woke up when your boot hit my backside. I was missing an arm, a kidney, and…OMG, my beard.”
“Sir, can you please tell me your name?”
“Sant…urm…just Nick, Officer.”
280 characters.By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The Party
She hated the Christmas party.
They said it was good for staff morale and all that crap!
She hated it!
All that posing. The bling. Yuk!
Then the boss started to come on to her. She lost it.
Smack!!! Right on the nose. It looked broken.
He was a bully, and pretty ‘armless.
What a dummy!
(280 characters)By the Universalunionist:
He coulda had class. He coulda been somebody. He coulda been a contender. . Instead he’s dumped. The AI chips removed, disarmed, left with the nearly made it rejects and spares, a decorated mannequin when he coulda been a man he coulda been somebody.By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Arm in Transit
Humans are celebrating in the store.
We have it better in here, the girls are naked.
It’s not as much fun with one arm though.
Some girl didn’t have enough and kept my hand.
But it was attached to my arm. She still has it.
I got some weed now and feel no pain. Can you tell?
275 charactersBy Von Smith:
Party
The party rivaled any Brad had attended. The drinks, food, music, and company seduced him; it felt like Mardi Gras, Christmas and Carnival happened today. Brad mistook the witch’s grin for revelry; instead, it was devilry as she stripped them all of humanhood.Thanks to everyone who joined the challenge this week. You all did a splendid job! You are no dummies…that’s for sure! hee hee! With the full moon coming into view this week in close proximity to Uranus…(sorry, I couldn’t resist)…and Halloween just around the corner, I am offering up a trio (remember last year?) of Halloween/Harvest Scenes from Pixabay.com for you to consider. You can write a tale about one or all three…in 280 characters or less. Have fun. I’ll see you at the next roundup!

Twittering Tales #107 – 23 October 2018

Photo by Capri23auto at Pixabay.com

Photo by dlife88 at Pixabay.com

Photo by simonwijers at Pixabay.com

Every night she dreamed she was in an insane asylum surrounded by hundreds of ravens, cackling wildly. But it was the grounds that were most terrifying. There were people hiding behind trees everywhere.

“Don’t drink the pumpkin spice lattes,” they screamed.

It was horrible!

~kat
(276 Characters)

 

 

 


Six Word Story Challenge

This week Kirst Writes is hosting the Six Word Story Challenge. This week’s prompt word is Superstition. Remember to head to Kirst’s blog on Thursday to vote for your favorite. Here is my little story…

“It was true. Everyone believed it.”

~kat

 


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