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Twittering Tale #41 – 18 July 2017

 

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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 #40 – The Round-Up

From Michael At Morpethroad:
Life’s like a cracked record
Same shit different day.
She picked up the photo album
Found her wedding images.
I was young once.
We all were.

From Sight11 at Journey:
Noise
Silently abused
Art of Singing continued
Devotees cherish pain

From Reena at ReInventions:
In a Time Warp
The screeching needle was stuck there, just like his life. Who, but a forgotten singer, would play a disc in the times of digital music?
(136 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
$20,000 he spent on what was described as a flawless record. With trepidation he sat the needle down. He was in near bliss, when…skip!
(138 characters)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses – Two Tales:
Smooth sailing or bumpy ride, the record plays it all.Ups or downs, the wheel of life, grateful that it never pauses to stand and stare.
136 characters

What is on the inside, is that it plays. The good or bad, inside of us,comes to the fore in any circumstance.
109 characters

From Sandi at Flip Flops Everyday:
*No Parking on the Dance Floor*
Hell Yeah
DJ Spin that beat
(Wiki Wiki)
Nodding head & moving feet
hip sway with a pounce
watch out for my booty bounce
Raising roof off the HOUSE
140 Characters

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
I couldn’t resist playing that old thing below. The needle landed the wrong way. A scratching sound was heard and my mind soar to the past.

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:
Members of the band gathered ‘round the turntable.
Mesmerized, they listened to their newest release on vinyl.
1967? Surprise. 2017!
(131 characters; 20 words)

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
She was engaged in reading.
He came; put on the vinyl and stood with his hand held forth and a romantic beam.
“Remember our first dance?”

From Willow at Willowdot21:
On repeat, Dandelion ran through my head. It accompanied, homework, tears, joy and growing up. The red & grey Dansette record player.
(140 Characters)

From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words:
A Waltz [Twittering Love Story]
He sees the sparkle in her eyes when Elvis starts It’s Now or Never, like that evening of ’67, he asks her for a dance…
[121 Characters]

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
“It’s stuck, right on her favourite track.”
“As if she wanted it to accompany her last journey.”
“When it stops, we’ll know she’s there.”

From Leena at Through my Heart Web:
He kissed slpng wife’s lips,then stabbed her on chest,played CD on Vinyl Record her fav song.Calmly said,I Loved U,U betrayed Me,I Killed U.

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
I woke alone, the needle scraping against the record centre. A hurried note on the bedside table: “I’ll call you.”
But I knew he wouldn’t.
(138 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Takes me straight back, this tune ‘Smoke gets in Your Eyes’ – my husky voice, eyes smarting from those wreaths of smoke. Such fun we had. So long ago. Play it again

From Di at Pensitivity101:
It was a classic, never failed to send her to sleep.
Just wondered if she’d ever hear the end.
Good job it was on auto eject.

From Stacy at Warning the Stars:
*recordplay*
It was well past midnight, but the champagne tickled her inhibitions.
“Go ahead, Harry,” her breath against his neck. “Play our song again.”

From Ghostmmnc at teleportingweena:
*None Left Behind*
click – tss
click – tss
click – tss
No one was left to change the record
When the Rapture occurred
No one was left behind
Amen
character count = 121

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
She woke up to the sound of her favourite song. Half-awake, she sunk deeper into her pillow.
Then she jumped up. Who turned on the player?
(139 characters)

From Varad at L.E.R.T.:
‘Egwabaa..gabbadwe..’ the old record spun
‘Discard’, thought Ronan, irritated
‘Few minutes more’, the evil inside it argued
He had no choice.
140 Characters

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
He was just going round in circles, not getting anywhere. Just as he thought of a brilliant plan, a huge black disc fell and squashed him.
(138 characters)

From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
The metal pin touched the disc, screeching,
music sprang to life,
this anniversary he has no partner to jive,
Shhh, her spirit is watching.

And starting us off, my tweet from last week…

Scratch-pop…scratch-pop…scratch-pop
She couldn’t bring herself to right the needle. Was she depressed? Maybe. Monotony helped her sleep.
(139 Characters)
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Wow! I loved the Twitter Tales this week. Your tales spun off in so many directions! Mystery, romance, intrigue, supernatural, thrillers, nostalgia, faith, irony, melancholy! As always…not meaning to sound like a “broken record” but…you all are amazing! 🙂

This week’s photo is one I took on a dreary trip last week. I was on my way home from a funeral. How serendipitous of the weather to accommodate my mood! I’m looking forward to what you all do with it. A silver lining perhaps! 😉

Have a great week…smooth sailing and sunny skies. See you next week!

Twittering Tale #41 – 18 July 2017

“Hi…I’m gonna be late…traffic…and this damn storm…”

“They’re here. Got ’em some coffee…and…”

“Good. Tell them I’m…oh shit!”

~kat

(135 Characters)


Faerie Fae

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French Still Life by Janet Webb

In the gloaming, children would flock to Thistleberry Farm, clutching jelly jars with punctured lids, to hunt for fireflies. The field, a flickering yellow-green sea of waist-high grass and wildflowers, was teeming with them.

One girl collected fireflies in a covered crystal jar. She believed they were Faeries. The other children, cruel little beasts, teased her relentlessly. They called her Fae, for “Faerie Girl”. But Fae, as she would forever be known, didn’t seem to mind.

Some people believe she became a Faerie herself when she died. They say, “She haunts the gloaming, Faerie Fae, dressed in eerie blue.”

~kat

99 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers  Flash Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by Janet Webb and Blue Ghost Fireflies*, a firefly found in the Southeast US that does not flicker but glows and eerie pale blue.

*From firefly.org:

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Blue Ghost Firefly

Phausis reticulata also known as blue ghost fireflies. These tiny fireflies are common throughout the southeastern US and are known as the “blue ghost” because they do not flash but glow with an eerie blue or green light. Females of the blue ghost are pale yellow or white in color and lack wings (right in photo below). Males do have wings and can fly (left in photo below). Since they have not be studied extensively little is still known about them and their habits


Sheol’s Depths


from Sheol’s dark depths
the sweat and tears of cursed souls
filled to brim longing

~kat

For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge, prompt words Depth and Fill, inspired by TJ’s photo above. A Haiku Hub Event.


Twittering Tale #40 – 11 July 2017

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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 #39 – The Round Up

 

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Photo by Ottavio at Pixabay.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:
I’ve bits not functioning as designed
I’m falling apart
grey and decrepit.
Once I could run for buses,
No more.
I sit watch and await,
a miracle.

(140 Characters)

From Kathryn at AnotherFoodieBlogger:
The bridge was in a lot better shape when I hid the stash under it two years ago, but we really need the money. Just two more ste… SPLASH!

From Through My Heart’s Web at Soul Connection:
Two Strangers..
You Sure We Can Walk On This?
You Follow Me.
Why You Stopped?
To Kill You
Leave Me
Are You Scared
Let Me Go

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
In the journey of life
Who says it is smooth sailing?
Rough roads and broken bridges
Stepping stones or barriers?
Shall we take the challenge?

From Reena at ReInventions:
“I admire optimism. It takes courage to build it, and then allow gaps”, said the sarcastic boss. He did not know the trap was laid for him.
(139 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
“What the hell’s got into you?
Last week you had me climbing pylons. Now you want me to cross this?
Sibling rivalry sucks. Forget it!”
(132 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Hefty foxhounds scrabble at the broken boards, baying as the whipper in calls them off. Fox on the far bank flicks his brush and disappears.

From Vaidehi at Young Mind:
Little feet walking on the bridge.Bags on shoulders and lives on risk.To some getting educated has a huge cost to give.It is worth it?

From Weena at Teleporting Weena:
Rotted wood and rusty wire
Explosion proves Devil’s a liar
No escaping Demon’s pyre
Now situation classified dire

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
Not real, they said.
But when she ran, shadows followed.
Then path became a broken bridge.
Abyss underneath, not as scary as her illusions.
(138 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Broken that’s what they called her, no longer intact. She knew when she found the bridge and felt safe. A few more steps, then peace
{140 Characters}

From Sight11 at Journey:
Standing to support
It is now standing alone
Broken and shattered
It falls..
Ready to be embraced
By its enemy standing below..

From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day:
Get to the other side?
Got to build damn thing ourselves
obviously attempt was made by another
Yeah, but not successfully
ended in their demise

From Riya at AestheticGraphy:
My life hasn’t always been what I wished it to be
Wrong situations
But I know this
A dash of hope and huge leap in faith is all i need.
Character Limit: 139

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
They’d met at the bridge all those years ago. She thought love would last forever. Now the bridge was broken, just like all his promises!
(138 characters)

From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words…a quote and a tale:
In the darkness of pessimistic lies the optimistic. Dig Out & Discover a New You…
Sangbad

Those are gaps, Dad…no, honey, look like this they are optimistic portal…see the shade there, it’s where the belief in yourself lies…
[140 Characters]

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
Five..Four..Three..Two..One..Come out of your hiding place between the rocks, short fins.I can see you from up here, grunted amphy, the frog.
Exactly 140 characters.

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
“Mommy, I’m really scared.”
“Don’t worry dear; you won’t fall. Think that we are crossing a dimension filled with adventurous realities.”

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Magic herb down there growing in the ravine, the weird woman says. Makes you ever-so happy.
I’ll keep watch up here, you go down OK.  Careful the bridge is cracking      oh    no !

And…starting us off…here’s my little tale:
“Where’s Sophie?! Oh god!”
“It won’t hold you Sue. See if she’ll come back to you.”
“Come to mommy Sophie. Come…”
“Sophie…no!”

“Got her!”

NICE! Everyone. Your imaginations really spanned a reach of possibilities. Just as I had imagined, some of you were quite retrospective in your takes. Those are always so interesting. And then there was a host of fun tales where more than a few ended up in the drink. There were adventurers and critters and sibling rivals. Bravo! I loved every single character of your 140 character tales. Thank you again and again for joining me each week to have a go at the challenge. I’m hearing that tweeting is still all the rage these days. We are on the cutting edge no doubt. 😉

On to this week’s challenge. I found this interesting closeup of a vinyl record. You know, these are making a comeback. I remember when cassettes evolved into 8 tracks and then CDs came out. It was the CDs that blew us away. The sound was so crisp and clear. Of course, now we have digital. Nary a blip of noise to adulterate the pure sound of a recording. But there is something special about the scratchy background drone and skipping pops of a vinyl record. The sound of the needle when it first touches the surface; that dull, crescendoing popping noise. It is mesmerizing, almost magical.

Your challenge this week is to write something about this scene. Is it a noir mystery…or a romantic interlude…or a nostalgic memory…or a philosophical reflection? I know you all will come up with something special. Can’t wait to see you all next week at the Round-up.

Twittering Tale #40 – 11 July 2017

recordplay

photo from pixabay.com

Scratch-pop…scratch-pop…scratch-pop
She couldn’t bring herself to right the needle. Was she depressed? Maybe. Monotony helped her sleep.

~kat
(139 Characters)


Dreamer’s 


‘midst these gilded halls
lovers danced to strings and lutes
their dreams frail as dust

those who dream dance on
promenades of hopeful bliss
though the music ends

~kat

For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge inspired by the photo by our host above and the prompt words: Dream & Dance.


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