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Anne of Bickling Hall in Norfolk

Her saturated garments sucked moisture from the misty gray air and clung to her skin. Damp strands of auburn hair hid her ashen face. Her hands and feet were bound in chains.

She rocked slowly from side to side in cadence with the yeoman’s oars, silent. The smell of rot and sewage wafted from the dark river, assaulting her senses as onlookers spit their disdain, “Whore!” “Witch!” “Traitor!” The gruesome severed heads of previous passengers along this bloody way dangled from the trusses of the bridge as they passed through.

Soon they would arrive at the tower. Her splendid tower where she once resided in oppulance when he still loved her deeply. This day she would enter from its bowels through the traitor’s gate.

Such was the final voyage of this wretched woman, once queen. She languished for weeks in the tower confessing her innocence to the very end.

On that horrible day in May she climbed the scaffolding in the Tower Green to meet her fate. To the one who had once declared that he had been “struck by the dart of love” appealing to her to “give herself body and heart to him”, she gave her head.

(200 Words)

A dramatization of the last weeks of Anne Boleyn, charged, found guilty and executed for numerous crimes at the behest of her husband, King Henry VIII who had arranged for annulment to gain clearance to marry his mistress Jane Seymour. They were betrothed the day after Anne’s execution and married ten days later.

For Al’s Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge inspired by his photograph of the Traitor’s Gate at the London Tower on the River Thames


Photo by TJ Paris

blue sky speckled black
conspirators cackling
ravens on the wing


For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge based on this photo by his photo and the prompt Words: Melody (Cackle) and Blue.

The Fixer-Upper

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“It has potential.”

“Um, if you say so.”

“Picture this John. The kitchen goes here.” Molly tossed a shelf out of the way, sweeping her arms to display her vision. “This space is perfect for an open floor plan. Just look at those rafters! The bathroom is already plumbed. We just need new fixtures and…and…”

“Molly, you said ‘we’. You remember I’m an accountant right? I don’t know anything about…”

Molly laughed and nuzzled into him, “I know, silly. We can afford a contractor at this price. So…?

He couldn’t say no. “Well, looks like we bought a warehouse house!”

(100 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction challenge inspired by this photo by  J. Hardy Carroll.

Twittering Tales #31 – 23 May 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 us a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #30 – The Round-Up


Photo titled “Calm” from Pixabay.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:

It was a symbol she knew it instantly.

Fate was tipping in her favour?

He’ll be pleased she thought as she stripped off, clean undies and all. 

(140 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:

“The laws of physics do not govern the world”, opined the lady “Art and artists will always have their way.” The water in the glass smirked.

(140 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:

In anger the witch slammed the glass of water hard on the table, unleashing her frozen spell. Unfortunately, she forgot to exempt herself.

(137 Characters)

From Soul Connection at Through My Heartweb:

He never believed Planchet,Friends forced to join.Mins later,moment he removed finger frm a coin,Half filled Glass on table started Shaking.

(140 Characters)

From Willow at Willow 21:

It was a silent  still night the moon was full he could count the stars.
On the table his glass began to wobble he knew at once, avalanche.
(139 Characters)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:

A sip is all, to quench our thirst,
Need we worry about the glass being half empty or full?
Or is it for others that we are concerned?
(133 Characters)

From Di at Pensitivity:

Forever an optimist, half full or half empty, she knew where to top her glass up.

However, getting the angle right was another matter.

(133 characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:

“Small earthquake, I guess,” she shrugged.

The ghost sighed. He’s been giving her signs ever since she summoned him. She’s never noticed.

(136 characters)

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:

Sent remembories, he twitted.

She blinked back the past: “up” Magnetic Hill and Indigo Girls.

Bittersweet magic; his twisted glass of road trips.

(142; 23)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:

The mother of all hangovers, yet again. He was getting too old for this. Reached for the water… oops! Could’a sworn that glass was level.

137 characters

…and my twitter tale:

“It’ll be fun,” he said. 3 days at sea, 4 more to go, she glanced at the glass of water on the table. The thought of a sip made her sick!
(137 Characters)

Great Job everyone! Another fine roundup. You all have quite the imaginations! 😉 On to this week’s photo prompt from Pixabay. I figure this guy has a few stories to tell. Hope you have fun with this one. See you next week!

Twittering Tales #31 – 23 May 2017


“Police” from Pixabay.com

Some retirement! After 40 years, all he got was a gold watch and a “good luck.” But he felt useful and it was better than bagging groceries.

(140 Characters)

Just Desserts


“What’ll it be ladies?” Joe asked.

“Dessert!” Sue smiled.

“Something sweet! But not too sweet.” Julie sighed.

“Come on Julie,” Debra chided, “go for it! We’re celebrating!”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha celebratin’?” Joe asked as he displayed his sweetest pies to three sets of wide eyes.

Sue declared proudly, “Well, we have lost a total of 100 pounds between us!”

“Wow! I’m guessing you want whipped cream on top?”

Julie giggled, “Yes sir!”

Joe winked, “Coming right up!”

From a table nearby a child whined, “Mama, why can’t I have just desserts?”

The diner’s patrons burst into laughter and applause.

(99 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.

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