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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 #116 – 25 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 #115 – The Roundup

Starting us off…
Josh waited for the house to grow quiet before hiding in the box. He had a perfect view of the fireplace.
The front door creaked open. Josh watched in horror as a man in a red suit took the TV off the wall. Before leaving the man whispered “ho ho ho”.
That wasn’t Santa. No way!
~kat
277 Characters

By Ron at Read4Fun:
Not Merry for Everyone
A huge Rolodex, two sections; “naughty” and “nice. The number of names and numbers! Every year he disappeared all night. I knew he brought some of them back to the workshop. I’d catch him this year. Helpers! I never suspected. There will be more than lumps of coal tonight.
273 Characters

By The Dark Netizen:
HOLE
I looked through the hole.
My brother and I had watched a mummy movie, and he suggested we enact it. We made a cardboard coffin. I became the mummy. We only had enough bandage to cover up till my mouth.
I could only watch as he left me inside the coffin and went outside to play…
Character Count: 280

By Reena at ReInventions:
Dark Xmas
I expected at least one stocking under the tree, to have my name on it. But it’s not there.
My mother left me in the car, strapped to seatbelts, and is busy partying inside. She expects me to cry myself to sleep. Well, this looks like …. darker than sleep. Is it the end of the world?
Do they even know that I’m here? I’m not dead.
(265 characters)

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Hide and Seek
Eddie hid inside a large cardboard box. He used a stick to poke out a peephole to see out. He waited for his pals to find him, but no one showed up. He grew tired and, after a while, fell asleep. It was dark when he woke up to the sound of his father frantically calling his name.
(280 characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Looking and Hoping
He kept a sharp eye on his peep hole. 
The room beyond was bedecked with Christmas finery and under the tree was a treasure trove of goodies. 
One day, he hoped to be adopted by a family like this, that would be the best present ever. In the meantime, he just looked on and hoped.
[279 Characters]

By Deepa at Sync with Deep:
Black Hole
funny it is
when I enjoyed
reading the story 
‘Alice in Wonderland’
I wondered how
she went on an adventure
after falling through 
a never ending hole.
well, believe me
It is not fun.. 
things are weird here
as I am in the 
black hole.T

By Violet at Thru Violet’s Lentz:
Look Away
For a second- just before he pulled the trigger- Jason was that little boy again
Alone in the dark closet eye pressed to a hole in the bedroom wall not wanting to see- but unable to look away
Today he didn’t want to look away- not when he was dispatching some poor slobs slutty wife
Character Count: 280

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Hidden.
Time had stopped. He’d lost all sense of time. Was it hours or days since mum had told him to stay silent and still. The sound of boots on the stairs grew louder. He stayed stock still not even breathing.
They dragged his family off.
Crushed into the train she prayed he’d survive.
(280 Characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Hunger Games
I stared in horror at the carnage being inflicted on our town by the dragon.
She appeared to be desperately searching for something.
In my nervousness, hunger pangs started gnawing at me. Thank God for the strange-looking egg I’d picked up in the forest this morning.
CRUNCH!
Aah!
280 characters.

By Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Lost and Found!
Ron hid himself in a box with a hole during the game of hide and seek. He rushed out of his haven to his wailing younger sister. She was upset as she could not find him. Yes he lost, but gained much more, the sparkle in her twinkling eyes. Little things in life matter the most.
(278 characters)

By Michael at Morpethroad:
My neighbours have cut down the trees between our places.
I watch them do nudie runs from the bathroom to their room.
They don’t know I can see them.
I started to time them.
He is quicker some days.
She on other days. Must be the cold weather that influences their speed. (266 characters)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
He’d been stealing from other kids pockets when he heard footsteps, so hid in the cupboard.
Now he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the headmaster and the gym teacher doing that.
He couldn’t tell….. or could he?
It would be easy money.
238 characters

By Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Consumed by fear, he stood
As still as the dark night above him
He didn’t want to be misunderstood
And life could be so grim

He trembled as the clock struck midnight
What he saw changed his life forever
No one there to fight his plight
Then everything went blur
(255 characters)

By Ponnz at The Swan Song:
Little Santa
They didn’t sense him hiding in the box.
He saw them placing his Christmas gift wrapped in blue.
Once they fell asleep,he watchfully paced to the tree and admired his gift.
He then placed a box close by his with two toffees and a scroll To my the best parents~Santa singing ho ho ho!
280 Characters

By JP at The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Sanctuary
Billy watched from his hiding place between the walls. His fingers sore and bloody from tearing a tiny hole through which he peaked out of his sanctuary. Had the monster left? Then he heard the monster roar. 
“Billy you come out now, it’ll only be worse if you don’t.”
Oh crap!
Character count 279

By Deb at Twenty Four:
They peered so intently into the hollow of the tree trunk that she wondered for a moment what had captured their attention, perhaps a caterpillar or even a butterfly.
With a smile she leaned over to have a look and then drew back with a gasp.
Who would have thought it.
(267 characters)

By Ryanne at Ryanne Shore Poetry:
View From a Paper Bag World
Safe here
Huddled, cuddled in dark
Unseen arms of God protect
His whisper tells “all’s well”
Whatever little eye can see
In tiny view torn from
Street’s paper bag world
Is more than enough for me
Grounded angels walking by
Leave scattered pieces
Peace-hope-joy
Carol Jesus
Once like me, a boy

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Roger said “Sorry Mum, I was messing about!”
He knew she would not believe the truth. It was difficult enough for him, and he’d seen it with his own eyes.
The goblin had flown twice around the bedroom and then decided to fly straight through the wardrobe door.
He was still in there!
(280 characters)

By Indhu at Always:
The Secret
The seeker began to count. All ran as fast as they could to find a good hiding place. Amy waited for others and then hid. 
Six different seekers have tried to find Amy but in vain. 
Amy giggled to herself and was proud of her secret hiding place which no one has figured till date.
<279 characters>

By John at Broadsides:
From my castle:
A cardboard box is a homeless person’s castle. It shields me from all those people. Not from the cold and wind. And if it rains we get soaked. Again. I can watch them passing by, going to the warmth of their homes and friends, with parcels and mince pies, and in my cardboard castle, quietly cry.


Awesome tales everyone! And a Merry Christmas to you (if you celebrate). Thanks to everyone who participated last week. For this week’s photo prompt, one of my own creations. I happened upon a decorated tree on my walk with the pup the other night. Not the kind of tree you expect of course. But I found it really beautiful in its simplicity. There is also a red light in the attic of the house just past the tree. Not sure what that’s about. I suppose red is a Christmas color. That is the only decoration. To each their own. I managed to hang a wreath on the front door. Jingle jingle all the way. 🙂 Have a great week. See you at next week’s roundup.


Twittering Tale #116 – 25 December 2018

Photo by Kat Myrman ©️2018

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


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 # 111 – 19 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 #110 – The Roundup

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By KleineKiwi at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

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

By Reena at ReInventions:
Inefficiency
“Let us migrate.”
“Why?”
“What do we do about human inefficiency? I can’t stand with this hundred pounds on me. And these guys have forgotten to shear me. I hope to find better people to assist us, in another village…”
(216 words)

By The Dark Netizen:
Experiment
Rise and shine!
Time to check how my successful experiment is doing. Ah! There she is. Good morning Dolly.
WHAT THE HELL!
Why are there so many Dolly clones here? We had only tested it once yesterday.
Is that Dolly using the cloning machine?
Uh Oh! This can’t be good for us.
RUN!!!
(Read more about Dolly the cloned sheep here)
Character Count: 280

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Ssh. They’re coming.
I know.
Are you ready?
Baah!
Dammit! It was my turn to say that!
81 characters.

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Mindless Sheep
As they peered into the cage, one animal glanced back.
The creature spent most of its time staring into its hand, it only looked up briefly.
“To think, they were once considered the most intelligent animals on earth” said the Sheep to its family before moving to the next cage.
[278 Characters]

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Shear Delight
“Don’t worry, little one,” the old ewe said. “You will feel a lot more comfortable once they cut off all of that thick wool. It’s getting too warm to keep that heavy coat on.”
“Will it hurt?” the little lamb asked.
“Not if you don’t look in the mirror for a few months,” she said.
(278 characters)

By Violet at Thru Violet’s Lentz:
Ruminating
“Baby?”
“You know I love you right?”
“Come here.”
“Aw Baby come on.”
Silence.
“Could you at least look at me? How can I make you believe it’s all about you if you won’t even look at me?”
“Oh, you better believe I know it’s all about ewe, that’s exactly why I refuse to look at you.”
278 characters

By Hayley at The Story Files:
The new pills were causing sleepless nights. Kim tried the traditional counting method; a wooden gate and sheep jumping over. Then a wolf, huge and grey, mouth red. Kim’s eyes snapped open, she heard a loud growling within her bedroom. She turned on the light and knew she wasn’t alone.

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Bahaha!
“Who are ewe? new here?”
“We’re trinity.”
“Well you’re welcome to join our flock.”
“Thanks but we have heaven to run.”
“Why you here?”
“Aup! Ladies is this a new shepherd?”
“No I am said trinity. That’s lost boy Azriel.”
Gabriel was tearing his hair out to the sound of Satan’s laugh!
(278 Characters)

By Shweta at My Random Ramblings:
Be Cruel to be Kind
Alerted by the sound of approaching feet, whatever remained of the flock exchanged panic-stricken looks.
The humans were back. Again!
The drug trials were claiming more lives than ever.
Each time, they were assured that the formula was finally perfected.
But the trials never stopped.
(280 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
Really, Now
The young human thought she was in charge. The idea that she could raise and show us at the local fair was laughable at best. All summer, we waited and plotted. Soon, the young one would learn who was really in charge. They would all learn. Then it will be us shaving puny humans.
280 Characters

By D L Starlight at Somewhere Sea:
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We came here together, we’ll stay together…
No matter how strange the neighbors are.
We must show grace, not everyone is like us…
Sheep get criticized dear, you know that.
We’ll vow to take the high road, reflect our
Creator’s best, not be petty.
No frowns now, honey, Smile Bigger.
280 Characters

By IndieShe:
“The mother and its offspring is a tale that crosses all boundaries of species.
A mother loves her baby,her replica. She hovers around it casting a protective sheath.
Her baby is her golden fleece.
She cherishes it,nurtures it.
Her child tells the story of her life”
(261 characters)

By Deb at Twenty Four:
The place was perfect, set on a high bluff overlooking the beautiful bay, I couldn’t have asked for more. There was only one problem though and I knew I was going to have to turn down the find of the century.
It was the sheep you see – they didn’t like me.
(256 characters)

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Laura the lamb was really embarrassed. 
Late for school, yet again!
It was bad enough that her Mum insisted on taking her every day, always waiting outside the gates, there for everyone to see.
No other Mum had 2 bodies;  and why did the legs always try to go in different directions?
(280 characters)

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Feeling sheepish because we didn’t make it in time, we didn’t vote. We wanted to break tradition and not follow the wooly thinking of humans. It’s not us, but the country, that got fleeced. Ewes know, it’s up to the young generation now. But all we hear is silence from the lambs.
280 Characters

By Jon at Broadsides:
We appeal to you, have you seen our little lamb, we are searching every which way for him. He was last seen following Mary. Mary had a knife and we are desperately concerned. He is easy to spot, he has a fleece as white as snow. If you see anything please contact detective inspector Shepard as soon as possible.

By Leena at Soul Connection:
The Sheepish Thought
“Wht they wnt to copy frm us nw?”
“Who?”
“They r clicking us withot our permission”
“Seems we need to copywrite our style”
“You are right.”
“They already tryng to look lyk us by mkng faces while clickng selfies,we kpt quiet.Nw we need ths to stp smwhr”
“True.Humans r imitating us 2mch”

By Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
Counting Sheep
I love those unexpected moments when I am lying awake in bed counting sheep, a brilliant idea strikes me and then I drift off to sleep with a resolve to write it the next day. Wake up next morn only to realize I forgot it all&then I beat myself up for not writing it down last night.

By JPP at  The Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
New Zealand Sheep
Mary stared at the cage “Queer lookin lot today what?”
“Oh look Maerre, they’re taking our photo!”
Harry laughed as he turned around and raised his tail.
“Instagram THIS Tourist!” he called wagging his butt back and forth.
Character count 223

By Trollekar:
Sheep are not smart. Sheep are slow. Sheep are fluffy. Sheep are prey.
Sheep get slaughtered.
Humans are apex predators. Humans desire, humans lust, humans envy, humans betray.
Humans kill.
The sheep know no such emotions. They are above such trivialities.
The sheep smile at us.
(276 characters)

Awesome week of Twittering Tales! Ewe wooly outdid yourselves. Tee hee…bah ha hah! Going to shut the flock up and dive into this week’s photograph of a well by mh-grafik at pixabay.com. Is it a wishing well? Or something more sinister. Tell me, tell me, tell me, me, me… do! And have fun! That’s the most important thing! Enjoy! I’ll see you at the roundup.


Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018

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By mh-grafik at pixabay.com

How We Came to Be

The old well had dried up years ago, but that didn’t stop the stream of dreamers with pockets full of pennies from seeking it out. It was said, if your coin plopped instead of plunked when it hit bottom, your wish would come true. I made a wish one rainy day. My wish was you.

~kat ❤️

278 Characters


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