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Manic Monday – A Prayer for Exiles

A Prayer for Exiles

captives mourn
in exile here
wisdom teaches us
to rescue them,
give them a safe abode
bright morning,
bring us comfort
from the night and
light to bind the hearts
of all in peace.   

~kat

Today’s Manic Monday Three-Way Prompt is based on the Word: Rejoice, the Photo: (a portion of the original) above and the Song: Oh Come, Oh Come Emanuel (lyrics below). When I think of God/Emanuel coming, I think about the innocents that need him most. At least for today, there are many who are still suffering. And so I decided a prayer would do for today’s Manic Monday.  I’m not sure why my thoughts and heart went in an opposite direction with today’s prompt. It’s not exactly an example of rejoicing. But perhaps it’s a means to an end. Peace, kindness and love to you.


O come, O come, Immanuel,
and ransom captive(s) Israel
that mourns in lonely exile here
until the Son of God appear.

Refrain:
Rejoice! Rejoice! Immanuel
shall come to you, O Israel.

2 O come, O Wisdom from on high,
who ordered all things mightily;
to us the path of knowledge show
and teach us in its ways to go. Refrain

3 O come, O come, great Lord of might,
who to your tribes on Sinai’s height
in ancient times did give the law
in cloud and majesty and awe. Refrain

4 O come, O Branch of Jesse’s stem,
unto yourown and rescue them!
From depths of hell your people save,
and give them victory o’er the grave. Refrain

5 O come, O Key of David, come
and open wide ourheavenly home.
Make safe for us the heavenward road
and bar the way to death’s abode. Refrain

6 O come, O Bright and Morning Star,
and bring us comfort from afar!
Dispel the shadows of the night
and turn our darkness into light. Refrain (to)

7 O come, O King of nations, bind
in one the hearts of all mankind.
Bid all our sad divisions cease (in)
and be yourself our King of Peace. Refrain 

Psalter Hymnal (Gray)


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)

Manic Monday – Frozen

you only see
what you want
your heart’s
consumed
with hate…
broken
no point
placing blame
you know you
need to fly
inside your
heart you
hold the key
only
you’re frozen

~kat

For Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt: Photo (above)/Word: Frozen/Song: Frozen by Madonna (see the blocked out text below).


Frozen
Madonna
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
You’re so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret. You’re broken
When your heart’s not open
Mm,hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
Now there’s no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same, if I lose you
My heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die,you’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be? You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open
Mm, hmm
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold the key (Mm, hmm)
If I could melt your heart
Mm, hmm
We’d never be apart
Mm, hmm
Give yourself to me
Mm, hmm
You hold
The key
If I could melt your heart
Songwriters: Madonna Ciccone /Patrick Leonard
Frozen lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc


Twittering Tales #113 – 4 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

Starting us off…

Second Chances
Tom and Sally had dreamed of walking those cobbled streets. Finally, they managed to make the long trip together. It was only possible though, after both their spouses had passed away. Tom knew he should have asked Sally to marry him when he had the chance all those years ago.
~kat
278 Characters

By the Dark Netizen:
LAST WALK
Their bags packed, they began their journey.
Holding each other’s hands, they walked down the cobbled streets, reliving memories. They had always imagined what life would have been like had they met as children. Not having much time left, they went on a long walk.
One last time…
Character Count: 280

By Reena at ReInventions:
Color of Dreams
my innocence walks ahead of me
beckoning, reminding
all that is lost
and all that is added
wisdom acquired
in the intervening years
a journey of intrigue
many lifetimes lived
in one
I lost count of time
in the sound of footsteps
chasing shadows
colors of dreams
flying
with non-existent wings
(278 characters)

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Closure
They were last here decades ago when they took their son and daughter for a family vacation. They were all so happy back then.
But then the school bus accident tragically took their twins from them.
Now it was finally time for them to visit again. It was time to get closure.
(275 characters)

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Balancing Togetherness
We have been walking hand in hand for the past 35years. It was love. We still walk hand in hand. But now it is the fear of losing balance.

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Bucket List
She’d been 17 when they had married. 19years when the first boy arrived and 30years when the third and last boy appeared. Well now they had all grown and flown. It was their time. So they renewed their passports and set off on their travels. So they entered their second teens.
(279 Characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
A Dismal Day
The day dawned but the sun remained behind clouds.
They’d planned this trip years ago but as they made their way through the mountains by coach they could barely see through the dismal mist and rain.
Suddenly it cleared.
The City in the Clouds it’s called and it was breath-taking.
[278 Characters]

By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Life Sentence
Their son’s court appearance was being held today.
His crime, killing his younger brother.
The brothers were ignorant of the fact they both had the same girlfriend.
The son found his brother in bed with her.
It’s the girlfriend he should have killed, not his brother.
272 (characters)

By Anurag at Jagadilmein:
Done and Dusted
“Are you sure this is the last one?” she asked.
He replied, “Yes, we’ve finished off all the rest.”
She sighed in relief, and taking off her bag, kept it by the wall.
And then, both of them calmly walked out. The eyesore called McDonald’s was about to become history in Italy.
277 characters.

By Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Senior Woes
Everything needed was in the bags. Fake weapons, but the surprise of meeting senior citizen robbers would surprise the tellers. Insurance premiums paid their entire life didn’t cover Sally’s operation. If they got away, fine. If not, jail care is better than no care.
( 266 characters)

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Fading
It was a photo everyone always laughed over. Those old cameras creating ‘ghost’ images when the button was pressed too fast. There was more to it though because the girls in the background, my cousins, had been long dead before the printed date on the back said.

By Deb at Twenty Four:
Now I say why the hell not, but at the time I was astounded, it was just so unexpected.
Anyway, this was the beginning and from here it only escalated, so did we expect to become international models? No, but Oprah we are and that what counts.
(243 characters)

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Love…Relived!
Sam & Tia were madly in love in their younger days. As time went by, busy schedules at work kept them away from each other, and they drifted apart.
Tia’s medical diagnosis, brought them back together, to relive their old love for the last few months of her life!
Letter count : 277

By Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
The Bucket List
The sun is bright, we see the world
We danced and whirled
Our astral view
What we’ve been through
Music we hear, balm for our soul
As we stroll
Sharing ice-cream
Down the stream
Together in our hearts and mind
We’re not blind
With eyes we see
Love is the key*
(247 characters)

By Ponnmani at The Swan Song:
Still the Same
Their fingers got interlocked.
“Jen,I presume we were 9”
“When?”
“The first time I held your hand,it’s special”
She stared.
“Yes,for it’s the first memory you’ve regained”
Tears raced down.
“The magic in your stare,is still the same”, Jack winked.
Only he can make her smile with tears.
Letter count : 278

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Their twin grandchildren walked everywhere with them, always a few paces in front. 
The gap increased each year that passed.
Their daughter, and her husband, had been killed outright in a head on crash 8 months into her pregnancy.
The first responder wept as she declared all 4 dead.
(280 characters)

By Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Happy Couple
He’s been a wonderful husband. Devoted, romantic. Our lives have been full, with the business and the foreign travel.
He said children would be a burden. Aren’t I enough for you? he would tease, gripping my hand. I gave in, of course. Took the pills. Sometimes, though, I dream…
(278 characters)

By J.A. at Keyhole Poetry:
To Be Free
Could have been us…
50 years, maybe you’d
Have figured out I wasn’t
Extension of you, but separate
And not your slave
You lacked interest in learning me
Healthy love was foreign language
Too broken, no strength to wait
For ‘maybe things will change’
I can’t even envy old couples I see.

By John at Broadsides:
You need a sturdy tripod. A large format camera, 55mm lens, aperture set at f22 to ensure pin sharp focus across the image. Fill in flash at the end of the exposure will help. As to time exposure, you should experiment a little, use a few plates. As a guideline, the timing on this image was 45 years.

By J.P. at Wide-Eyed Wanderer
The Poetry of Us
There is a poem
I’ve always wanted to write
but I never found the words
until now
the beauty of life
and love
in a single piece
of flawless poetry
Perfection
in four words
You and Me
Us

By Indhu at Always:
If Only…
He held her hand tight and gave a beaming smile as they stood in their favorite place. Their childhood friendship blew into a beautiful romance and 63 years have gone by since they met. 
Her face was blank. His heart ached as her Alzheimer’s has eaten her most cherished memory! 
<279 characters>


Wonderful Roundup this week. Your tales were all so unique. Thank you to everyone who participated. For this week’s photo, I found this gem at Pixabay by a photographer named Skeeze. Winter is here. We have a forecast of snow for later this week. I do love to look at it as long as I don’t have anywhere to be. And I imagine the presence of this fellow might give me pause. What is the story of this lone wolf. It could be a metaphorical tale…or it could be the actual tale of this particular wolf. Have fun with it. I’m hoping to be snowed in for a few days. I’ve got fixings for potato soup and cheddar biscuits. Maybe this fellow below is coming over for dinner! haha! See you at the round up! 


Twittering Tales #113 – 4 December 2018 – Lone Wolf

Photo by Skeeze at Pixabay.com

“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
(Sorry for the early post. The new WP platform was a bit of a challenge. I am not an early fan. I suppose it’s going to take a lot of practice!)


Heaven Can Wait

Do they even give god
a second thought?
Bluebloods, who needn’t
toil for bits of bread,
who dine on Danube Caviar
plopped on delicate
wafers in their garish
manor houses, sipping
tea while gossiping
about the latest fashion
faux pas or  who’s
doing who. What need
have they for the god
of needy souls, the
god of the outcast,
the sick, the lost,
the forgotten? What
need indeed! From
the outside looking
in their life is heaven on
earth…hell, where
sinners rot, rages just
beyond their gilded gate. 

~kat

A Poem for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt based on this Quote: “I talk to God, but the sky is empty.” by Sylvia Plath and the color chart below (the challenge required using at least three of  the color names in the piece).


 


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