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The Webs

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The Webs

They were so beautiful. The weblike pods appeared overnight in city centers, farm fields and small villages. News of their presence swept the globe as the sun rose over the horizons of each time zone. The greatest minds of science were called to investigate, and areas cordoned off so as not to disturb them.

One such expert carefully snipped a small piece to take back to the lab. The netting fluttered softly as he turned away. The horrified look on the faces of onlookers made him crouch as if to protect himself as a spider-like creature swooped in devouring him.

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Challenge based on this photo by ©Roger Bultot.


Twittering Tale #65 – 2 January 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 Tale #64 – The Roundup

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Photo by WildOne at Pixabay’s Creative Commons

Starting us off…
Eight minutes was an eternity. Had he misread her feelings?
“If you love me, meet me at midnight at the cafe on the corner,” she smiled coyly.
“I’m such a fool,” he lamented.
As she breathed her last breath in a mangled heap of steel, only one regret haunted her. He was waiting.
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
I haven’t the time and there is no point in you asking.
But you have a watch, a very old watch.
All show I assure you.
Then why if it doesn’t work?
It’s my pretentious character, I like people to think I know what I’m doing.
And do you know what you are doing?
Watch me and weep.

From Reena at ReInventions:
“There is an old world charm about a guy who uses a pocket watch.” she smiled, looking into his eyes on their first date.
“Yes”, he responded, “I inherited it from my industrialist grandfather.”
It would be so easy to plant a tiny bomb there, raced her scheming, greedy mind.

From Lorraine at My Frilly Freudian Slip:
She and He: a love story of cosmic millennium proportions.
For, at the Singing Towers of Darillium*, a night lasts a mere 24 years.
But, here on Earth, she froze time at 12:08 am on New Year’s 2018 so their night will last forever.
(231 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
I never liked wearing a watch on my wrist. I’m an active person and I tend to scratch or crack the crystal on wristwatches. And I find the straps or bands to be uncomfortable. So I was thrilled when I inherited my grandfather’s old pocket watch. Too bad it doesn’t keep good time.
(280 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
The watch looked familiar.
Peter picked it up and checked the backing. The engraving was still there.
‘Know the guy did ya, guv?’ the vendor asked.
‘He was my grandfather.’
‘Oh.’
Looking at the price tag Peter slumped his shoulders.
‘Grandfather eh? Go on, have it. Family’s family’.
277 characters

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
He was a total fool. The last to admit it, but admit it he did!
One wish, she’d said.
He asked for it.
No hesitation.
Stupid!
“I wish time could go backwards, so I could be young again.”
The wish was granted.
Sadly he hadn’t stipulated a cut off point, and being unborn was not nice!
(279 characters)

From Hanna at Warning the Stars:
She sat at the corner table, twirling extra vanilla into her coffee. Near the edge, where the wood met air, her midnight reads sat perched. Keats and Kerouac wedged between the bindings of pulp trash. Already she was imagining fleece and wine, the cat curling his warmth against her ankles.

From Willow at Willowdot21:
No one could remember how long the watch had been in the family. It was part of family life.
It was a beautiful specimen and as such it was always been well looked after.
Then one day it was just gone as inexplicably.
It appeared at it’s next household without warning, un-noticed.

From Jan at Strange Goings On in The Shed:
Illusionary paradox, object of my fervour, come to me.
You flee like water between my fingers, insubstantial dream.
Then, you are captured, held in ancient timepiece. 
Such sorrow I feel, empty in triumph. What are you? 
You exist in circles, symbol of one without end, eternal dream.
(280 characters)

Happy New Year Everyone, and thank you for taking the time to pen a twitter tale inspired by last week’s photo of an interesting timepiece. This week a puddle in the middle of a snowy road. Would you attempt to cross it?


Twittering Tale #65 – 2 January 2018

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Photo from Pixabay.com

“What have we got?” Lt. Jones asked the trooper.
“Witness says this puddle here swallowed a truck.”
“Hmmm, well there are no tracks on the other side,” Jones stated as he stepped into the puddle and disappeared.
“Oh no! Jones!” The trooper called dispatch. “We’re gonna need backup.”

~kat

(280 Characters)


In The Stillness

On this Solstice Eve, darkness drips through the bare branches of ancient trees. The moon hangs low, a thin crescent, barely there.

The last thoughts of the departed are etched on stone tomes; loving epitaphs, names, dates.

Can you hear them? The souls who linger here whisper in the stillness, “Remember me.”

~kat

52 words exactly for the final installment of Sacha Black’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration flash fiction challenge. The theme: Write about the night you spent in a cemetery.

(I took the photo above during a Haunted Savannah tour a few summers ago. The air was electric and thick with souls longing for life.)


Twittering Tale #63 – 19 December 2017

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. Wait….WHAT?! YES! You read that correctly. Recently, the sages at Twitter announced that they were doubling the character limit. So, of course, I am passing this gift on to you! 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 now have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tales. I can’t wait to see what you do this week.


Twittering Tale #62 – The Roundup

Photo from the Commons at Pixabay

Start us off…

The Message:
milk

bread
red wine
brussel sprouts
toilet paper
soap
peanut butter
eggs
coffee
sugar
toothpaste
floss
spaghetti
tomato sauce
cheese
soup
strawberries

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Washed clean after years at sea, the bottle and message remain a mystery as it can’t be opened.
Speculation is rife. What if someone is desperate? What if its the map to secret treasure?
All we know is the bottle was made in 1735.
Its historical significance outweighs its contents.
(280 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Too lazy to break the bottle and release the djinn?
No wonder jellyfish have survived without brains. They do not create Frankensteins.
(135 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
I meander in my thought
Message I hope he finds
To my secret love
Things got to be released
Emotion I come to stir
Answering all the whys
Waiting for something to happen
Don’t make me stop
Perhaps one day we’ll be together
Seize the day or carpe diem
(242 characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
…Terribly sorry to impose upon you old chap, but might I beg a brief audience to articulate the pickle in which I find myself. Time is short (as is paper) so allow me to harness the power of brevity and proceed forthwith to the kernel of my concern. I am stranded on a des…
[END OF MESSAGE]
277 Characters

From Di at Pensitivity101:
“To Whoever is reading this:
My name is Bryan Harley and I’m on holiday in Spain.
The date is June 20th 2004, so sorry, no hidden treasure.”
‘Hey! Bryan! You’re never going to believe this………………’
204 characters

From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Flashback to lady of delight.
Once upon a daydream, she was the shape of my heart.
Left a message in a bottle: “Be my girl”.
Why don’t you answer?
Whispering voices, voices in my head.
Made me the madman running through the fields.
Now, every breath you take, I’ll be watching you.
(280)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
We couldn’t believe it when we saw the bottle in the sand just beyond the reach of the surf. She dared me to open it up and read the message and I quickly obliged. We both laughed when I unfolded the message and read it aloud. It read, “NICKEL BOTTLE DEPOSIT OVERDUE.”
(268 characters)

From  D. Avery at ShiftnShake:
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She felt her ship had come in. She wondered at such fortune, finding a love to treasure, their fates cast together.
Their lives did not follow the course she had mapped, but she kept her disappointment corked. Her ship did not sailbut ran aground in a bottle.

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Dear Santa,
I’ve been really good this year. Please can I have the pink sparkly ponies play set, Girl’s Adventure books, Craft making box and a ton of chocolate!
Also, if you can make it snow that’d be great.
Love, Megan.

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
The bottle, once thrown out
To the far edges of the ocean
Now came bound on the lone sands
All hopes to be found, totally lost

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Suzy was so excited when she launched her “message in a bottle” project for school. She spent days on the beach, looking out into the horizon, wondering where her bottle went and what country she’d hear back from. Imagine her dismay when she looked down at her feet 2 weeks later.
280 Characters

From Francine at Woman Walking Dog:
STRANDED
I signed up to be a sole castaway on this island. Tropical, nice.
My agent said: pick up after 7 days. It’s 2 weeks now – toe rags!
How dare they? I’m scared of spiders. Got this bottle, pen, paper
Here’s my story
       Help me

       Eating insects
       Wheres my fee
       I want to go home

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Dear love, feel my heartbeat
Brush your fingers across my lips
Whisper words of unbridled love
Come to me bare of all fear and insecurity
Feel my heartbeat
For I would walk across the oceans
To find you and only you
I speak your name, will you answer me?
I am your Soul, I am your Heart.
(279 characters)

From Anju at My Life..My Thoughts:
The message read,
“Hey! You, the most wonderful person on earth to find me!

Please do me 2 favours.
   i)Do at least 1 good deed per day.
   ii)When you are ready to do (i) throw me back to water!”
Immediately she packed it in the bottle and threw it into the ocean.
(261 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The last thing she needed, another bloody message in a bottle!
She’d come to this deserted island to finish her novel and it appeared to be on a major message in a bottle route. This was the 17th so far!
However, this one may perhaps prove useful, it was from a stranded publisher!
(280 characters)

From Jannat at Be Happy:
Totally alone and depressed, Jay walked along the beach; here she finds tranquillity and peace.
While walking she discovered a bottle with a letter which says, ‘You’re allowed to scream and cry but do not give up.’ She sticks to what it says and it completely changes her life.
(278 characters)

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Hey Look Wht I Found
Wooo Message Bottle.Open It Quickly
UNBELIEVABLE
What
I Had Thrown This Bottle Couple Of Years Back From Another Country.
And Your Msg?
Fulfill Every Wish Of D Reader
And Your Wish
To Meet True Love Of My Life
I LOVE YOU.. (He Kneels Down And Proposes Her With A Ring)

Wonderful Tales this week! For this week, a photograph I took of the candle in the window of the curved stairwell of my century-old home. It’s a favorite roost of my cats by day. There is an old tree just outside in my neighbor’s yard that is often teeming with squirrels and birds. It is a lovely tradition to have a candle in the window. Where I live, people have candles in their windows year-round. Not just during the holidays. But whatever the tradition, there is something about a candle in the darkness. There is always a story to be told. I’m looking forward to reading your tales. It is the perfect way, I think, to pass the time over a cup of tea on a long mid-winter night. Happy Yule.


 Twittering Tale #63 – 19 December 2017

Photo by Kat Myrman

From the inside, looking
out, there is nothing but
darkness, but from the
outside looking in, there
is a golden flush of
flickering light dancing
on the walls of a place
someone calls home.

~kat

(188 Characters)


Full Moon on Elm Street

“That’s not just a street lamp you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I read in ‘The Daily’ that the government is now installing surveillance cameras.”

“Oh yeah? Hmmm. Maybe we should give ‘em something to look at!”

“Um…uh…what are you DOING?!”

“What I said…” he guffawed as he dropped his jeans, flashing his rear toward the street lamp.”

In a sterile office downtown…

“Got another full moon at the corner of Elm and Main.”

“Do we need to send a squad car?”

“Naw, this dude’s harmless. This makes 10 moonings on Elm this week!”

“Homeland security at work!”

~kat

99 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on this photo by © Sandra Crook.