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Twittering Tales #105 –  9 October 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 #104 – The Roundup

Before we move on I want to give a shout out to newcomer, Hrida who forgot to link her tale for the Shoe Tree Prompt. Visit her site for an interesting lesson on “shoefitis”.

Tired of painting on various canvases, walls and other inanimate things, I wanted something raw, something alive. Came across a dying tree and decided that it’d be my canvas this time. I randomly tossed shoes upon it, and named the art – Shoefiti.

~247 characters


Starting us off…
Dr. Willis’ decades-long quest for the mdju netjer, “words of the gods” had been rewarded with an amazing find. As he read the tablet’s message, he realized no one must know. Suddenly, a wind whipped up the sand burying him in a matter of minutes. He was right. No one would know.

280 Characters

By Martin at Martin Cororan:
Pyramid Scheme
Rameses had promised his favourite concubines that he wouldn’t bury them alive upon his demise, but apparently that had been a catacomb-sized lie.
‘Well that’s just great,’ wailed Hehet over his mummified corpse. ‘What now?’
Ngozi began to angrily carve at the stone walls. ‘Now we make shit up and screw with future historians.’

By The Dark Netizen:
Hieroglyphs
There it was, the hieroglyphs I had searched my entire life for.
I placed the torches down, and fished out my translation book, notepad, and a pencil from my bag. began noting the translation of the first line. I jumped up in joy. This was indeed it.
Here lies the recipe for beer!
Character Count: 280

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
At the Zoo
“What does it say?” the boy asked.
“It’s about how the ancient Egyptians built a zoo using crude tools,” the man said. “And all of the birds, animals, and snakes they kept at the zoo.”
“Wow,” the boy said, “really?”
“I don’t know, kid,” the man grinned. “I can’t read hieroglyphics.”
(280 characters)

By Willow at WillowDot21:
The Stone
Moses stormed out of Peter’s office. He was so angry! “I spent week’s writing those commandments. And now they are gone!”
Down on earth Azriel was happily playing in the sand waiting for the tide to turn? Satan had promised him a paddle if buried the stone. For Mr Carter to find.
(279 Characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
The Overlords
When it was translated, the stone caused uproar.
It said “We, the Overlords, leave you now to govern yourselves as you see fit. We will return in five thousand years. From the heavens we will come.”
This stone was dated to the time of the first dynasty, Five thousand years ago.
[276 characters]

By Reena at ReInventions:
Scripted
“From inky thumb impressions of the illiterate to biometrics … the world is round. This script may be old, but the images will convey what alphabets cannot. We can use this in digital devices for the unlettered.”
“Sure, I have already figured out how to dupe them of their money.”
(279 characters)

By Deepa at Sync with Deep:
Pastime
a few years before: “don’t scribble the wall. ”
now: Stop flooding my wall with your memes and jokes
writing on the wall has been my favorite pastime since long.

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Those new contraceptive tablets were great.
The instructions were really clear.
I just had to make a sheath out of the intestine of a goat and stretch it over my organ, before ravishing all the handmaidens I desired.
I didn’t have an organ, or a piano, so I stretched it over my lyre!
(280 characters)

By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Short Reign
It is said that the son of God will rise in the West. He will be given the name, Trump. He will be recognized by his distinguished orange hair. At the end of his reign, he will be remembered for his Pinocchio nose. His famous nose could stretch all the way to Rocket Man’s Land.
278 Characters

By Ramya at Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
Missing Link
Examining the tablet, the researcher concluded that the tablet depicts an actual event.
A good piece to the puzzle.
Could this be an elaborate hoax or the Missing link?
Character Count : 167

By Deb at Twenty Four:
She frowned as she studied the hieroglyphics.  This was getting beyond a joke, they couldn’t be serious but as she studied it, she knew that they were and she almost groaned aloud.
Write an essay praising our glorious and virtuous leader, Cleopatra.
As if.
(254 characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Apocalypse Now
Amidst falling debris, I quickly started the translation software on my computer.
The screen said- WHEN YOU LIFT THE TABLET, AN EARTHQUAKE SHALL DESTROY YOU UNLESS
I kept staring in despair at the frozen screen, which now said-MICROSOFT WINDOWS IS NOT RESPONDING. PLEASE WAIT.
276 characters.

By TheIndieShe:
The murals told the tales of distant past long gone .Men then fought and killed each other. All glory laid to dust.
The myriad figures stand alone.
But the story has not changed.
Men still keep on fighting and killing each other.
And the stony walls blood washed shine anew.
(272 characters)

By at Hrida at Inked Beliefs:
Cryptic Glyphs
Cooper had finally reached the end of the cave. Translating etchings, he realised that it was a doorway to something special. The glyphs of fishes, birds, men toiling and stars only meant a treasure deep under the river which would open, upon discovering only under the moonlight.
~ 280 characters

Thank you to everyone who participated this week.

Now on to this week’s fun photo by Matt Artz at Unsplash. You know I like to find interesting photos to challenge you. I hope you’ll have fun with this one! In 280 characters or less of course, and I’ll see you and next week’s roundup!


Twittering Tales #105 –  9 October 2018

Photo by Matt Artz at Unsplash

“I’m a moron,” Brad groaned.

“It’s all the rage!” she said. “You have a chance to get in on the ground floor.”

He’d spent his savings on the very first plein air writing kiosk. It became a favorite spot for texters and gamers.

“Cool sculpture,” they’d say, smart phones in hand.

~kat

278 Characters


Ominous – Manic Monday

ominous

candles
burning
feel
the beast
inside…

black stains
red light
lips praying
gonna get
your wish
close to
death

shall I beg?
let me love you
let me love

~kat~

For Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt  – Prompt Word: Ominous/Photo: above/Song: Love You to Death by Type O Negative (See below with Black Out Text Bolded).

Love You to Death
by Type O Negative

In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast
Her hips move and I can feel what they’re saying, swaying
They say the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get…

Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine
I am your servant, may I light your cigarette?
Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you’re saying, praying
They say the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get…

I beg to serve, your wish is my law
Now close those eyes and let me love you to death
Shall I prove I mean what I‘m saying, begging
I say the beast inside me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get…

Let me love you too
Let me love you to death

Hey am I good enough
for you?
Hey am I good enough
for you?
Am I?
Am I?
Am I good enough
for you?

Songwriters: Peter Thomas Steele
Love You to Death lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

 


Elegy – Manic Monday

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elegy

we are
flesh
cold
so cold
we mouth
silence
humming

~kat

A black out short for Manic Monday’s 3-Way Prompt. Prompt Word: Damned; Photo: Above; Song: Cold by Static X (Black Out words in Bold).


Cold by Static X

We kiss
The stars
We writhe
We are

Your name
Desire
Your flesh
We are

Cold, We’re so cold
We are, so
Cold We’re so cold

Cold, We are so cold
We are, so
Cold We are so cold

Your mouth
These words
Silence
It turns
Humming
We laugh
My head
Falls back


Twittering Tales #103 – 25 September 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.


Twitterting Tales #102 – The Roundup

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Photo by Skitterphotos at Pexels.com

Starting us off..
Smart Girls
“This is exactly how I found them Doctor. I don’t know what to think! Should I be worried that my sweet daughter has mangled her Barbie dolls?”
“Have you asked her?”
“I did. She told me she hated Barbie. Who hates Barbie?”
“Smart little girls, Mrs. Jones. I hope you’re listening.”
~kat
(278 Characters)

By Michael from Morpethroad:
The kids are quiet today playing in the girl’s room with the neighbours.
I like these dreamy afternoons watching the game, undisturbed.
The quiet gets to me.
Investigating I find the room empty save for the pile of broken dolls.
One face looks horribly familiar.
It blinks at me.
(274 characters)

By Deepa at Sync with Deep:
Playtime
Dragged hair, dressed and undressed, pinched her cheeks and poked tummy to make her cry and hurl her across the room.
The devilish dolls enjoyed their playtime with the mortal baby.
(151 characters)

By Willow at WillowDot21:
The Group.
“Is this a statement?” Asked dr Haldon, “has someone got a point to make. If so be big enough to put your name to it” The therapy group shifted uneasily. No one spoke there was no eye contact. “Speak up this is a good sign, own your feelings!” Silence, but a tiny glimmer of hope.
(280 Characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
We are back from a less-than-exhilarating shopping stint. I fix up coffee to soothe our jagged nerves, and hear unusual sounds from the next room.
“This is the beginning of a plus-sized revolution.” Maggie smiles, “I am launching a new business, and this is a promo for the same.”
(279 characters)

By Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Kintsugi
09.03.2018
Location-Mattel factory
On Barbie’s birthday, Sara witnessed a terrible sight-numerous imperfect disassembled dolls,
“When you re-design them, a new Barbie would come to life. Its an art!” said the worker.
That day she learnt a lesson – to appreciate imperfections.
(275 characters)

By Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
Realization
Tears streamed down her face as she cut up the doll into pieces
She’d wasted her teens attaining those ridiculous proportions
No one has legs that go on forever, she realized
Unlike the plastic Barbie,she was made of flesh-n-bones
Thus, more real & beautiful with her delicious curves
280 Characters

By The Dark Netizen:
Mrinal tossed aside yet another barbie.
Mother noticed the new addition to the pile of broken barbies. She snarled.
“Again? This makes four.”
Mrinal huffed.
“Bad girl. No dinner for you.”
Mrinal bawled.
“No fair. Tina called me ugly.”
“Child, you have to stop using voodoo for revenge.”
Character Count: 280

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Murder in Toytown
As the police in Toy Town uncovered another mutilated body from under Ken’s patio, it became ever clearer he was a dangerous killer.
The chief turned to one of his men “Put out an APB for a tall brown-haired male, Caucasian, plastic, goes by the name of Kenneth Sean Carson.”
[274 Characters]

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
“Oh, baby, what happened to your Barbies?” Jenn’s mother asked when she saw all of her daughter’s dolls broken apart.
“I hate them!” Jenn yelled in anger.
“But I thought you loved your Barbies.”
“Look at them, Ma,” Jenn said. “They’re beautiful, but I don’t look anything like them.”
(280 characters)

By Amir at Bacchanalia:
Life in Plastic, it’s fantastic
On this day we remember the victims of Barbie Genocide Day. The day that Ugly Supremacists decapitated and dismembered the body of all elegant, slender people and the universe became excruciatingly ugly ever since.

By The Indie She:
Broken Barbies
She loved her Barbies with their blonde hair and flouncy dresses. The world was all pink and lovely.
As she stepped out into the wide world, all she saw was grey. The beauty was the beast and blessed with a ubiquitous plastic presence. Her Barbies were of yore were no more.
273 Characters

By Hayley at The Story Files:
To the Bullies
May stopped in her daughter’s bedroom doorway and asked, “why are you breaking all your dolls?’
Jenny looked up at her mum from the Barbie she was dismantling on the floor, ‘because, this is what I want to do to the bullies.’

By Melanie at Sparks from a Combustable Mind:
Manufacturing
“Do you know the difference between male and female?!” The supervisor asked huffily. Ericka cringed. She hadn’t meant to put the Barbie heads on the Ken bodies and vice versa. And then for him to start dismantling them like that – it looked like “In Cold Blood”. Without the gore.

By Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Deconstruction
“What is THAT?” Dad asked about the various doll parts lying on the counter.
“Assembling my Woman’s Studies project: ‘deconstructing the feminine ideal’,” I replied
“Barbie is the feminine ideal?,” he asked.
“Yep, just look at Mom.” I answered. “Now who does she remind you of?”
(280)

By Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Piglet, avert your eyes, what a terrible massacre.
Why Pooh, what’s happened?
Dr Frankenstein, that’s what happened. Wasn’t content with tampering with the laws of nature, now to sink this low.
Pooh, even he can’t revivify this relic. Where is he now?
In rehab, making little progress
(280 characters)

By The UniversalUnionist at Broadsides:
Had an accident at work? Been involved in a crash? Need a personal injury lawyer? Trip Crash or Fall, we’ll get you back on your feet, a fully professional service and we won’t charge you an arm and a leg.

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Growing Up
“Mommy NOOOOOOOOO….” my daughter cried out as I gathered all her dolls and threw them into the bin.
I shouted at her angrily, “You’re 5 years old now, it’s high time you stopped playing with these stupid Barbies, and start practicing with Voodoo dolls like normal witches.”
277 Characters

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Smart Girls Part 2
I was not convinced by the doctor’s comments, so I asked for a second opinion.  A lovely lady offered her services pro bono.
“Don’t worry Mrs Jones,” she said. “Have you checked the liquor cabinet? I think all young girls lose their heads some times. She just got a little legless!”
(277 characters)

By Hridi at Inked Beliefs:
I was tired of people
telling me how Barbies are
flawless in their physique
defining every woman out there,
giving illogical beauty standards
only to increase insecurities among us.
So today, I collected
a dozen barbie dolls,
Breaking them apart into bits
until it satisfied me.
~278 characters

By Indhu at Always:
Journey Begins
“Join your Barbies, baby”, said Sara.
Little Naina looked in the direction of the sound and smiled. As she walked towards her toy basket, she bumped onto the chair.
“It’s okay. Turn left to get closer to your toy basket” said Sara as she helped her blind princess.
<264 characters>

Well, I don’t know what I was worried about. When presented with this weird photo prompt, you all hit it out of the park! Well done! I want to say welcome to several new tweeters this week. So glad you joined us. I hope you’ll be back! And to our regulars…yes, after over 100 challenges, you are now regulars if you’ve been around for more than a few tales…thank you for coming back again and again. As long as you do, I’ll keep doing what I do,..so…without further ado, I present to you today’s photo challenge by PDPhotos at Pixabay.com. This is (or at least was) a real thing/place/bizarre attraction. I’m not going to say too much. I don’t want to get in the way of your creativity with too many facts. I’ll fill you in at the roundup. At any rate. Tell me what you think happened here. In 280 characters or less, or 140 characters (old school Twitter) if you’re up for a challenge! No pressure. Have fun! I’ll see you at the roundup next week. Happy tweeting! 🙂


Twittering Tales 103 – 25 September 2018

Photo by PDPhotos @ Pixabay.com

The Shoe Tree

She lost her greening when lightning singed her, tip to root. But life still flickered in her core where tiny creatures nested and cicadas laid their eggs.

One day someone tossed his shoes over her bare limbs. More followed. She was useful again. Life has a way of surprising us.

~kat

279 Characters


Scars – Manic Monday

scars

scars

she wants to be
unnoticed, an image
sculpted deeper, her
pain cut away, ‘cause
the dark knows you
and the heart could
change its scars to
beautiful…she dreams
to be nothing and
everything, she fades
away, goes deeper, the
mirror helps you see a bit
clearer, the light within,
a hope waiting, and a
beautiful heart, no scars
there, waiting in the dark…

you know you could change
the world to beautiful

~kat

A BlackOut Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt Challenge: Prompt Word: Scars/Song: Scars to your beautiful – Alessia Cara/Photo: as seen above. The full text of the lyrics of the song is listed below with text lifted for today’s poem in bold.


Scars to Your Beautiful
Alessia Cara

She just wants to be beautiful
She goes unnoticed, she knows no limits
She craves attention, she praises an image
She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor
Oh, she don’t see the light that’s shining
Deeper than the eyes can find it
Maybe we have made her blind
So she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes away
‘Cause cover girls don’t cry after their face is made

But there’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark
You should know(s) you’re beautiful just the way you are
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful
Oh-oh, oh-oh
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

She has dreams to be an envy, so she’s starving
You know, cover girls eat nothing
She says beauty is pain and there’s beauty in everything
What’s a little bit of hunger?
I could go a little while longer, she fades away
She don’t see her perfect, she don’t understand she’s worth it
Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface
Oh, oh
So to all the girls that’s hurting
Let me be your mirror, helps you see a little bit clearer
The light that shines within

There’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark
You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

Oh-oh, oh-oh
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

No better you than the you that you are (no better you than the you that you are)
No better life than the life we’re living (no better life than the life we’re living)
No better time for your shine, you’re a star (no better time for your shine, you’re a star)
Oh, you’re beautiful, oh, you’re beautiful

And there‘s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark
You
should know you’re beautiful just the way you are
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful
Oh-oh, oh-oh
And you don’t have to change a thing, the world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

Songwriters: Alessia Caracciolo / Andrew Wansel / Coleridge Tillman / Warren Felder
Scars to Your Beautiful lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

 


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