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Stoned-Oven Pizza

photo by Cathal Mac an Bheatha via Unsplash

These days you can get pizzas with jalapeño peppers and taco sauce, BBQ chicken, cheeseburgers, pineapples, strawberries and apples, fish, macaroni and cheese, and mashed potatoes on top!

But Louis was a purist; a second generation pizzeria owner who followed his grandmother’s original recipe, and it showed on Friday nights when the locals lined the block waiting hours for a slice of Mama Maria’s traditional pizza pie.

Some people believe tradition is an archaic chain to the past but Mama knew what she was doing when she insisted on strict adherence to the family recipe: dough rolled in cornmeal, brushed with olive oil, fresh tomato sauce, Italian sausage, mozzarella and a sprinkle of her secret herb blend…that smelled a bit like oregano!


A Three Line Tale for Sonya’s challenge inspired by the photo above by Cathal Mac an Bheatha via Unsplash.


Pictured above, my rescue pup, Winston,

who agreed to pose for my story. He’s my

Love Bug.


Biff was my neighbor’s dog.

They were nice people, but every chance he got, he’d find a way to my front door.

“Come on Biff,” I’d say, scratching his ear, “time to go home.”

One day the neighbors showed up at my door. “We think he’s chosen you.”

Biff is my dog…


52 Words (exactly) Tale for Sonya’s 52 Weeks 52 Word Challenge. This week’s theme is “The Persistent Dog”.

The Power of Adversity


“Closet-Shower by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome.  —Booker T. Washington

“Hurry it up Lucy! I gotta goooo!”

“Almost done, Stuuuu-eeey,” Lucy snickered, delighting in the thought of him dancing outside the door, clutching his groin.

“Okay!” Stuart squealed. He knew she didn’t mean it. She never did. His only goal was to avoid further humiliation by restraining nature’s call until granted access to the privy. He didn’t always win. Eventually he figured out that he could avert the entire ordeal by rising 15 minutes earlier every morning.

Years later at a family gathering Stuart thanked his sister for inspiring his success.

“What? Whatever Stu-ey!” Lucy didn’t get it of course.


Another 100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneer’s Challenge prompted by her photo of a closet-shower above. This week I had two different stories pop into my head.

Twittering Tales #45 – 15 August 2017


About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #44 – The Round-Up


Photo from Pixabay.com

From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
Flaws, egos appear magnified when scrutinized under the lens.
Errors like straws float on water, he who yearns for pearls must dive below.

From Reena at ReInventions:
“Do we focus on the core or surroundings?”
“See only the impact of the environment on the core. Everything else is irrelevant.”
(126 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
He looked closer. There they were.
Undiscovered microbes.
Waving enthusiastically.
One held a sign.
We can change your life. 
(139 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
You won’t believe what I saw when I put that sample of water under the scope. Please don’t drink anymore of that crap. It will kill you.
(138 characters)

From Sight11 at Journey:
Under scrutiny
Vision Originate..
Sigil, Animation
Detrimental, Essence
Perplexed, Demiurge
Anthropos, Execution

From Leena at Soul Connection:
“The finding I thought will gve lyfline to ppls took lyf of my old frnd who agreed for test.SORRY FRIEND”He said n burried Him in Dark Ngt.

From Susmita at Uniquesus:
Little Joe curiously peered at the microorganisms through his father’s microscope and a whole new world was discovered before his eyes.
(135 characters)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
Things get blown out of proportion at close quarters.A step back,yes this scary little thing could be an antidote for the dangerous disease.
140 Characters

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
Initially, being accidentally shrunk down to the size of an amoeba sucked, until he discovered other scientists the size of atoms and took up residence as their god.
139 Characters

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Endless years of hard work made Dr. Nicholas the most famous scientist worldwide. But it also made him a recluse confined to his laboratory.
Character count :139

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
Looking up, it saw a huge green eye.
It wasn’t the usual lady; it liked her body odour.
This one was pungent and rancid. Not nice at all!
(137 characters)

From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day:
Excited about the new microscope, he told his son to find something for the slide. The boy laughed, “I picked a good one, guess what it is”

From Lorraine at In 25 Words, More or Less:
The returning Mars probe carried within it’s capture chamber microbiological proof of life on the forbidding enticing alien world, Earth.
(140 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Sue spent 26 hours straight painstakingly staring into the scope looking for clues of interstellar life. Wait! I see Waldo? Time to go home.

From Di at Pensitivity101:
The message clearly said ‘Hello Mum!’ She was stunned.
In the other room, Mike was etching ‘April Fool’ on another slide.
120 characters.

From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
Dr Casi had found the cure!
He peers eagerly as his sperm cells kill the cancer cells.
His alien DNA was mankind’s answer!
But who to tell?
(Twittering Tale -140 characters)

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
Microscopic vision of thoughts and words magnifies your outlook manifold. So examine your words minutely, before you speak, dear, said Mom.
139 Characters

From John at Broadsides:
Look close, closer still for the unexamined life is not worth living

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Aha the gene therapy worked, at last a human- spider hybrid. Think of its spiderlings spinning, sprinting, hatching a hundred eggs at a time. Power at last!


and mine:

Dr. Cole was convinced he’d found the antidote, but the virus was resistant. He assembled his notes with a warning for those who’d find him.
(140 Characters)

Bravo! And thank you, everyone, for dissecting the challenge this week! Once again, another great round of tweet-sized tales. Who says awesome doesn’t come in microscopic packages! 😉 Be sure to click on the links and visit your fellow tweeters. I often find the comments as entertaining as the tales! It’s all in the details you know…finite and brilliant!

Welcome to Twittering Tale #45! I found this interesting photo on pixabay by a graphic artist who goes by the alias 5arah for this week’s round.

It’s strange looking at first, but I found the more I looked at it, the less strange it seemed. Which, of course is what a “wolf in sheep’s clothing” is hoping for. Or maybe it’s just a cloning experiment gone wrong…Poor Dolly lost her head in a petri dish!

At any rate, I know you will put on your thinking caps and get to the bottom of this freak of nature. And of course, as always have fun! We could all use a little more fun these days. See you next week at the Roundup.

Twittering Tale #45 – 15 August 2017


Photo Prompt by 5arah at Pixabay.com

Explore 6 landed on Kepler-438b. Capt. Dean sent live feed to Command.

“Wow!” they gasped, “a wolf-sheep!?”

Dean screamed, “No! A bird-sna…”

~kat 😉

You Can Call Me Terry

“Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.” ~Neil Armstrong

Photo by © CEAyr

“Hello there.”

“What?! Who said that? Who’s there?!”

“I’m down here.”

“But, you’re a rock!”

“That’s right! My name is Terrance A. Cotta, the 1003rd, but you can call me Terry…get it? Sheesh! Humans are so dense!”

“I’m going crazy!”

“Oh, get over yourself! You and I are made of the same stuff you know. You’re just mucilaginous. I was once a mountain. I soared so high I danced with the clouds.”

“Mucilaginous? What’s that mean? Never mind. I’m outa here!”

“Oh well, off you go then. But I could tell you things, if you’d listen. I could tell you things…”


100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge prompted by the photo above by CEAyr.

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