52 Words for Sacha’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration Challenge. This week’s challenge was explained in the piece.
So…this week’s prompt is to write about the day you accidentally squeezed someone’s boob!
Can’t say I’ve ever done that sort of thing…accidentally. Squeezing takes a certain amount of premeditated intention. It requires grabbing, then tightening one’s grip.
Accidentally jabbing or bumping? Most certainly. Gently brushing up against one? Ah yes…done that.
~kat
Millicent Collins was an eccentric, surly, old woman. She kept those around her loyal by promising each a pittance of her massive fortune.
When she died they rushed to the estate, hoping to hear their name at the reading of her will.
The attorney droned through the list of bequeaths. To her housekeeper, the china, silver, crystalware; to the butler, the Mercedes; on and on until most everyone had a piece of her.
The reading concluded, “For bringing me roses every day; for his kindness, I, Millicent Collins, leave the house and grounds to my dear gardener, John.”
Millicent loved….roses.
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by © Sarah Ann Hall.
“Matilda, my darling girl, you would have loved it here,” he mused as he watched the sun set at river’s edge.
The familiar voices of old friends, Crane, Knickerbocker, Van Winkle, whispered to him from the mist. “Ah, Van Winkle,” he chuckled, “I concur. It is time, indeed, for a long nap.”
The old man leaned on his cane as he ambled to the house, uttering his final words, “Well, I must arrange my pillows for another night. When will this end?”
They would lay him to rest at Sleepy Hollow; the man known as Jonathan Oldstyle, Geoffrey Crayon…Washington Irving.
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge, inspired by the photo above by Roger Bultot.
…the rest of the story
Imagine my surprise when I opened the photo and google map popped up on my screen plopping it on the east side of the Hudson River, North of New York City. After zooming in I imagined this could very well have been the view from Washington Irving’s beloved Sunnyside home in Tarrytown on the Hudson. The Matilda referenced in my story is the name of his fiancé who died from tuberculosis at the age of 17. Some believe it was grief, as well as seeking treatment for his own health issues, that launched him across the pond where he would spend decades. He remained a bachelor to his dying day.
Of course, after discovering all of this, I knew I must write about this iconic author, historian and diplomat. If you would like to learn more about Irving, Wikipedia gives a nice summary of his life and works.
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 based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. 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! I know it can be a challenge squashing an entire tale into 140 characters (spaces and punctuation included), but it feels so good when you are able to make it work…just ask some of these awesome writers below. They’re expert Tweeters! 🙂
Photo by StockSnap @ Pixabay.com
My continuing tale from the previous week:
Part 2…
“It’s my Captain Midnight’s Secret Decoder Ring!”
“You dragged me here for a stupid kid’s ring?”
“I did.” He knelt on one knee, “marry me?”
(139 Characters)
(p.s. I can’t leave you hanging this week…she said yes.
From Reena at ReInventions:
“That’s interesting! The light blurs the view, rather than sharpen the focus.”
“It’s not just external light, but the filter you apply.”
(135 characters)
From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Please, I’m begging you, you need to find me and get me out of this cold, damp, dark room before I lose my freakin’ mind. Get me outta here!
(140 characters)
From Hayley at The Story Files:
It was her only source of comfort in the dank basement but it also showed her a view of an outside world she could never be a part of again.
From Di at Pensitivity101:
You have to see this view with a room.
The sunrise is awesome.
61 characters.
From Michael at Morpethroad:
Daylight brings belief.
Lost, alone, cold and miserable,
I look for succor from the suns rays
The darkness stays with me
Maybe soon?
Rescue?
Hope?
From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day, a catch-up from the previous week and a picture from
From Week 53:
“Sorry, your newly built home is not yet ready.”
“So, where do we stay in the meantime?”
“Good news! We do have temporary housing available!”
(140 Characters)
From Week 54:
Blinded by accident
darkness will not prevail
In my mind’s eye, a window of light exists
Peering out, life beckons
Seeing everything so vividly
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Art waved a frantic halt to the bulldoze driver. He can’t believe he forgot! He felt around the window frame, the deposit box key secured.
(138 Characters)
From Willow at Willowdot21:
There is nothing like winter sun. It has no warmth to speak of. Yet it has a crystal clear light that hides no secrets. It lifts your soul.
(140 Characters)
From Olga at Stuff and What If…
You told me to run for the old cabin.
It’s so dark and cold in here. Where are you?
Waiting is torture.
Wish I hadn’t lost my phone in the bog.
(140 Characters)
From Lorraine at In 25 Words, More or Less:
Dull dusty light.
A sneeze.
Tiring to stand; legs not answering.
Discombobulated. Frightened.
“Where am I?”
then gasp
“Who am I?”
125 Characters
From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Part two of the story from last week:
They climbed up quickly.
I see her Dad! Just where we left her. Can we stay with Mum?
Forever! said Dad, quietly releasing the safety catch.
(139 characters)
From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
Too fat!
Too thin!
Too ugly!
Not-quite-right!
Urgh-poor!
Rapunzel stormed back to her sewing, fuming.
Mr Perfect had better be along now or ELSE!
140 characters
From Jan at Strange Goings on the Shed:
The forest dreams, brings together myth and magic.
We gaze across divide, yearning and regretting melding.
Seek it utters, dare to dream.
(135 characters)
From Leena at Soul Connection:
Y Maid Wipd Only Lower Wndw?
2day Her Lil Gal Cme 4wrk,May B Her Hnds Didnt Rchd Up
U Fgt Agnst Child Labor N Sadly U Made Sml Gal Wrk At Hme.
A room with a view…some of you took advantage of an opportunity to pen a part two to your tale from last week. Brava! I enjoyed learning the rest of the story! While others of you told brand new tales.
Sorry to anyone if you got confused by the Challenge number. I have a love-hate…mostly hate relationship with numbers. I have been known to drop numbers or do the old switcheroo with the order of numbers. Thankfully, Peter let me know early on so I could remedy my error straight away. At any rate, thanks for playing along just the same…even if it felt a bit deja vu-ish.
This week as we get closer to Halloween and Harvestfests; nights growing darker and the veil growing thin, I found this creepy (or not…I’ll leave that to you) photo of three intrepid young people walking into a tunnel. Or maybe they’re walking out of the tunnel. Is it a game, a terror-ific trap? Are they being followed…or following someone. Hiding…or seeking? Or are they just having a bit of fun with echoes. I suspect there are a few or more possibilities with this photo, once again from pixabay.com by GuillermoEstrada. Tell me…what’s the story here?
And once again, have fun! It’s only 140 characters…you can do it! 🙂
Photo by GuillermoEstrada at Pixabay.com
“Charly? Come on buddy!”
“Woof! Yelp!” Charly whizzed past, obviously terrorized.
“Charly!? Silly dog!”
“Not silly…LOOK!”
“What?”
“BATS!”
“AAH!”
(140 Characters)
~kat
Late at night, when people are in a hurry, heading home from work or toting colorful shopping bags is my favorite time to haunt the lower level of the subway.
I come here to peoplewatch, but mostly to mess with him as he lurches in the shadows, waiting for his next victim.
Occasionally I’m caught in a photograph, like tonight, as I walk through him on the stairway (a little trick I learned), freezing him in his tracks, as a sweet young thing, like I used to be, slips away unaware onto the train.
~kat
A Three Line Tale for Sonya’s weekly challenge inspired by this photo by Andre Benz via Unsplash. The ghostly specter on the stairway caught my eye. Can you see her? ‘‘Tis the season of thin places and ghosts. 🤔👻😳
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