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Twittering Tales #89 – 19 June 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.


Twittering Tales #88 – The Roundup

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Photo by Free-Photos at Pixabay

Starting us off…
Dreamcatcher
“Put it near your bed,” she told me. After months of nightmares I was willing to try anything.
For the first time I slept peacefully. Was it the dreamcatcher? I wondered. As I watched it sway in the breeze, I saw something drifting from its feathers. My nightmares fading to dust.
(279 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Freedom?
I threw away the hanging monstrosity, with all the remnants of memories that hurt. The demons live only in my imagination.
You left my world long ago, and I don’t exist where you live.
Is it forgiveness or freedom?
(212 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Dream
requiem for a dream
when nothing goes to plan
waiting for next chance
through the darkness
a vision of hope comes out
the sun shines bright
(134 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Tales of the Dreamcatcher
“What is that thing?” she asked.
“It’s a dream catcher. It protects you from bad dreams and nightmares. It catches all sorts of dreams and thoughts into its webs. The good ones pass through and gently slide down the feathers to comfort you. The bad ones are caught and destroyed.”
(279 characters)

From Piyali from Piyali’s Blogs:
Broken ‘n’ Lost
The old dreamcatcher, hanging from the leaf-less branch of a barren tree in my granny’s garden, was always an object of intrigue to me. Once, as a little girl, I had wished only for beautiful dreams. But now, all I want it to do for me is to mend what’s broken and lost forever.
278 characters

From Hayley at The Story Files a longer story that you can read HERE.

From Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
It Didn’t Work
Annie told her grandma of the monster that came in her room every night after her mom left for her job at the hospital.
“This will stop them,” her grandma said, hanging a dream catcher over her bed, kissing her goodnight.
It was supposed to keep the monsters away. It didn’t.
274 Characters

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Dreamcatcher
I won’t have it in our room. There’s no place for superstition in this house she yelled throwing it out of the window. Her mood was intensified by her lack of sleep due to the nightmares. He retrieved the dreamcatcher and hung it in the loft above her bed. The nightmares stopped
(280 Characters)

From The Dark Netizen:
This one is doing its job perfectly. It captures all the dreams – good and bad.
It has served me well all these years and was the only reason I can sleep tight at night. Each dream seen in this city is captured and stored. I need all of them.
I tend to get hungry before I sleep.
Character Count: 279

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Dreamcatcher
I wake in a cold sweat.
Breathing heavily, shaking from the nightmare.
I heard myself shouting: Get away!
I’m disorientated momentarily.
A big black dog was on my bed. I pushed it off and it growls as it leaves.
Up above the dreamcatcher hangs.
I hope it hasn’t caught this one.

From Deb at Twenty Four:
What you doing?
Creating something to help people
Help people do what?
I don’t know … inspire them, make them believe
You think feathers will make people believe?
Well they won’t hurt, will they?
What you going to call it?
Dunno.
Call it a dream catcher … it will work in your dreams.
(280 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The winner – A damaged dream    To view The Winner – click here.
“Any good ones today?”
“Usual sort of stuff. Falling in love, monsters under the bed. Some really sexy ones too. Want to look?”
“What’s that one at the back? Looks kinda damaged to me!”
“Yea. Looks like some guy dreaming of winning a competition, but it seems to be fire damaged!”
(278 characters)

From Anurag at Jadahdilmein:
The Freedom Fighter
The rising sun filled my heart with dread.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I looked at my formidable enemy once again, and knew I didn’t stand a chance. But I had to try and rescue my family from his clutches.
“For freedom,” I shouted, as I charged headlong into the dreamcatcher.
276 characters. PHEW!

From Indhu at Always:
The Vision
She stepped out of the tarot reader’s shop. She wanted to believe every word, yet, wasn’t sure. Anyway, she bought the dream catcher and tied it on the window closer to her bed.
She could still hear the reader’s words, “Dream you could recall in the morning will come true!”
<273 Characters>

From Deepa at SynchWithDeep:
Dreams Reborn!
Standing at the intersection, I had to decide.
One road leads to home where I lived, reminding me of the tough past.
The other side was my dreams, a life waiting for me.
Dear world, you crush thousands of dreams every day and allow twice as many to be born!(260 characters)

Thank you to everyone who wove a tale for last week’s dreamcatcher photo. I must say they were positively “dreamy”. HeeHee. 🙂

This week, is a photo of an empty shell by Mabel Amber at Pixabay.com. Now, you could go all jurassic with this (the latest Jurassic Park film opens here in the States this weekend, so advertisements are flooding the airways), or you could take a philosophical approach. You could answer that age old question, “which came first?” You know the one I mean. At any rate if you decide to join the challenge this week, be sure to have fun with it. And remember 280 characters or less. I’ll see you at next week’s round-up.


Twittering Tales #89 – 19 June 2018

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Photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com

“What kind of bird do you think it was?”
“Whatever it was, it was huge! Look at the the size of that shell. It’s big as a football!”
“Maybe it wasn’t a bird?!”
“Stop!!! You’re creeping me out.”
“Well, don’t look behind us then. I think I just figured out what was inside!”
(268 Characters)

~kat


Wings – Manic Mondays Prompt

I found a new challenge that intrigued me at Cee’s Writing Challenges list. It’s called Manic Monday’s Prompt. Our host gives us a picture and a song to play with. I thought it would be fun to do a “black out” poem using the words of the song and then paste it on the photo. So here’s my take. Thank you Laura at All the Shoes I Wear for this awesome prompt!

Challenge: Write something in any genre inspired by the picture (you see below) and the song Change by the Deftones. (I’ve posted the blacked out lyrics below).

Wings

i watched you
fly away
on wings
so alive…
then i laughed
now, i had wings…
ahah…
look away
i never had wings
so alive
i have watched you
i never had wings

~kat


Change
Deftones

I watched you change
Into a fly
I looked away
You’re on fire
I watched a change in you
It’s like you never had wings
And you feel so alive
I have watched you change

I took you home
Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings
Then I laughed
I watched a change in you
It’s like you never had wings
Now you feel so alive
I have watched you change
It’s like you never had wings
Anh, ahah
Anh, ahah
Anh, ahah
Anh, ahah
Anh, ahah

I look at the cross
And I look away
Give you the gun
Blow me away
I watched a change in you
It’s like you never had wings
Now you feel so alive
I have watched you change
And you feel alive
You feel alive
You feel alive
I have watched you change
It’s like you never had wings

Anh, ahah
Anh, ahah
Anh, ahah
Anh, ahah
Anh, ahah
You change
You change
You change

Songwriters: Abe Cunningham / Abran Cunningham / Chi Cheng / Chino Moreno / Chino Camilo Moreno / Stephen Carpenter


Twittering Tales #88 – 12 June 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.


Twittering Tales #87 – The Roundup

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Photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

The Whistleblower
Charlie regretted joining the agency. At first the climate experiments were exciting, but they had taken it too far. He locked his office, drove past the security gate, pulling off the road to call the authorities. A super storm was brewing. He hoped it was not too late.
273 Characters

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
I Hades when he does that…
‘Found you!’
‘God this game’s rubbish…and rigged! I’m the perpetually anger Lord of the Underworld, surrounded at all times by a fiery cloud, and you can change form at will.’
‘Nevertheless, it’s my turn to hide.’

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Eruption
“I know it’s beautiful and breathtaking,” the ranger said, “but your family needs to evacuate this area. It’s just too dangerous. These things are unpredictable and if this eruption continues, the molten lava could reach this area quickly. Volcanoes are not to be trifled with.”
(278 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Priority
“I’ve often wondered what the core of a volcano looks like. How does it feel to be carrying flames of angst for centuries?”
I guess it is too late, as the tongues are out to swallow us.”
“What could have instigated it?”
Writers and philosophers cannot save their own life….” Sigh

From Piyali at The ‘Write’ Stuff:
Rage
Staring calmly at the still waters, she took a deep agonizing breath. A storm was slowly brewing inside her. “It’s time to unleash what you’ve been suppressing for so long!” whispered her heart. Somewhere on the horizon, a cluster of clouds roared in a fiery rage.
265 characters

From Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
They Came
We heard tales of their arrival from Northern survivors. We didn’t believe. Who would? As survivors began coming from closer cities, we became scared. We fled. I turned to take the last image of our great city as they destroyed it. Furious, there was no food left for them.
273 characters

From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
Heaven!!
He further inquired, God – Can you show me heaven??
He felt himself floating, detached from his physical body, and this is where he stood, mesmerized by what he saw and felt.
He heard some voices too, whispering softly…Honey…Honey…Wake up!!
Charactcter Count – 250

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Vision
Mr Lucifer here for your annual eye test  look at the letters on the screen read them to me
T  H  E     E  N  D    O  F
Goodness Mr Lucifer ! Now look at the circle on the screen   do you see more green or red ? That’s unusual,  no circle  just a flaming red  turbulent sky ? Lets look at the letters again
T  H  E       W   O  R  L  D     I  S      N  I  G  H

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The universe was displeased.
It burped, spitting out some time.
A year to prove the earth was worth something.
There was conflict, rubbish said some, hurry said others before its too late.
The universe watched and rumbled once more.
Sucked in a breath, said you’ve 364 days left.
(274 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Narcissus
The god of the apocalypse bent down, intrigued by the fiery reflection in the still lake water. His beard brushed the mirror with a hiss, and the lake water dolphin-leapt joyfully, quenching the fire in the sky. Nature smiled.
“It’s not your time yet.”
250 Characters

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Storm Sea
The sky looked angry as the storm rolled in. I watched the clouds from my fishing boat and decided to return to the harbour. The choppy sea and pouring rain slowed me down but I made it back as the first rumble of thunder echoed.
I hurried from my boat on to the wooden dock and tied her up. Looking back, I saw a fork of lighting striking the top of a large wave. Flickers of electric current rode the water, zinging their way to shore. I got out of there, dashing for the shelter of home.

From Clara at Fragments of Fiction:
An Ending
In the end, there was only a flooded planet and dying star.
“It was good,” the sun sank towards the sea, her former inferno reduced to a flame in the clouds.
“Perfect,” the sea rose to meet her. She was doused and the sea froze.
Across the universe: a spark, a droplet, a beginning.
(280 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
More Trouble in Hell
The devil was angry! Who had opened the skylight and let junior loose with a storm. How many times did he have to repeat himself before it finally sank in. You could not let a demon under a millennium loose with a storm.
Now Nasargiel would have to be told. Oh! no thought Satan.
(279 Characters)

From Lorraine and Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Dr. Crescendo’s Mind Camera
Dr. Crescendo’s mind camera captured Celesta’s final thoughts.
Brain zaps of lightening, roiling clouds and calm expanse of silent water.
“Always a cypher, that one. Wonder what she meant,” he wondered.
Her ascending spirit whispered, “Thoughts of you, my dear doctor, of you.”
(276)

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Dyspeptic Rumblings
The Omniscient, Omnipresent and Occasionally Tetchy Cosmos was having digestive problems. The dinner party wasn’t going well due to terrible food. Star systems had vanished in the wake of dyspeptic ructions. Now, a fireball was nicely brewing, precipitating an apocalypse. Damn!
(279 characters)

From Debbie at Twenty Four:
He was silent as he stood on the rocks watching the storm which brewed on the horizon.
He really would have to tell her to watch her temper … at this rate it would rain for forty days and forty nights.
With a sigh he went to find his daughter.
(243 characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Haunted Coast Part VI
I’d ordered a supermarket delivery, to be left at the kitchen door. No sign of it. My stomach growled at the sight of empty cupboards. The village pub, I thought, served food. I locked the door, set off on the coast path under a flood of stormy sunset. Should be there by dark.
(277  characters)
(Read previous Parts beginning here: Haunted Coast: Twittering Tales #81 and work forward)

From The Dark Netizen:
TWILIGHT
She stood with her back against the red clouds, pure elegance.
He stared in amazement, ready to proclaim his feelings to her at the romantic waterfront. It was perfect. A little too perfect.
The meteors hidden in the clouds would end their moment, turning their kind extinct.
Character Count : 273

From Indhu at Always:
Sweet Dreams
He stood on the stage beaming with pride to have received the “Best Photographer Award” for his perfect click. He began his well-prepared succinct speech and there was a loud noise. BANG!
He woke up from his sleep.
“Best capture of the end of the world”, he laughed at the irony!
<277 characters>

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The Winner – with apologies to those of a nervous disposition
I warned him, I really did!
He should have foreseen the consequences.
He insisted it was all just innocent fun, and the competition was the talk of the town. He was sure to win.
I thought so too, because he sure passed a lot of gas.
He really shouldn’t have tried to light it though!
(279 characters)

From Patty at Namaste…a late entry for Twittering Tale #86 (open window shade):
Inside Out
You used to be inside of that shabby sheik white curtain, in bed, with me, dreaming our wake dreams, eyes shut tight opening ourselves to each other. Yet, there you go, walking by, as I turn from the window, toward the wall, where I can pretend you’re not a familiar stranger.

Thank you everyone for your thought-provoking and timely tales this week. There were several hellish references, volcanic eruptions, rage…the stuff of nightmares and apocalyptic forboding…and really bad weather and really bad, well…you know! haha!  I was away this past week. Thank you for your patience. I may not have responded to you as quickly, but I read each one, as I always do. I am always blown away by everyone’s creativity.

This week, I’m inviting you to dream. You may want to write the story of this  particular dreamcatcher by Free-Photos at Pixabay…how it came to be…or its own story of the dreams and nightmares that it has caught over the years…or just use it as inspiration to launch you into a creating your own dreamscape. Where do our dreams come from? Do they really tell us what our subconscious is thinking? Dream a little dream with me…;) And remember, you have only 280 characters to tell your tale. It’s a challenge, I know, but to help, see the link above for Character Count Online. You can type and tweak your tale right in the text box on this site. I’ll see you next week at the roundup. Sweet Dreams! 🙂


Twittering Tales #88 – 12 June 2018 – Dreamcatcher

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Photo by Free-Photos at Pixabay

“Put it near your bed,” she told me. After months of nightmares I was willing to try anything.

For the first time I slept peacefully. Was it the dreamcatcher? I wondered. As I watched it sway in the breeze, I saw something drifting from its feathers. My nightmares fading to dust.

(279 Characters)

~kat


Twittering Tales #87 – 5 June 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 #86 – The Roundup

Starting us off…

Sweet Memories

Wafts of cinnamon and apples lured us kids to Mrs. Cooper’s open window, not for pie but for browned scraps of crust doused in butter and sprinkled with sugar cinnamon.

I think of her whenever I smell cinnamon, to this day. Thanks for the memories Mrs. C. It was a sweet time.
(276 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:

The view from the window was his break from the screaming words stuck in his head and craving to be on the page.

There were words he skipped over, some crawled away from his soul still clinging to him.

Refusing the let go he knew sitting with them was better than fighting them off.
(280 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:

Curtains Fall

The mystery of your presence behind the curtain always held an allure for us.

‘Us’?

Yeah… you know the guy things we do, while in college. You were the hottest chick around.

Hmm, I have all the letters sent by ‘us’.

What? We are married now. It’s certainly not a ‘wife’ thing to do.
(278 characters)

From Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:

What the Paperboy Found

We never thought it would happen here. They seemed like such a nice family. Our children played together. They were over for BBQ and s’mores last weekend. Police have flooded the neighborhood. It was quiet here. We never would have guessed what the paper boy found this morning.
279 Characters

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:

A New Day

Looking forward to a new day with you and everything thereon

The mist is visible, out of the charcoal curtain is a perfect dawn

Against this milieu the trees are silhouettes, like oil painting

The colours of the foliage return to green, what a perfect dawn

A new day has come!
(273 characters)

From the Dark Netizen:

WINDOW

After twelve murders and many petty crimes, this job was a cinch. Even the window was open.

He entered the house, silent as a shadow. No one saw him enter. He spotted gold and precious stones. A huge score, but something felt terribly wrong.

The window closed shut.

Welcome to Hell.
280 Count

From Martin at Martin Cororan:

Early Adopter

Technology had really taken the adrenaline out of Peeping Tommery – spy cams, zoom lenses and such like.

Roger was old school – Get up close and personal, take a table lamp to the face like a man.

The technician tapped the jar in which his brain floated. ‘No Roger! Bad thoughts!’

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:

The Perfect Plan

Samantha would always seek solace in this quaint house amid the hills. It helped her untangle the cacophony of thoughts. But today she needed the peaceful environment to carefully lay down her plan. She could not take any chances. It had to be a fool proof one!

Letter count : 263

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:

Summer Breezes

I remember that it was incredibly hot that summer. I feared that we would all surely perish.

One day father came home from work carrying with him an enormous electric fan. Within moments of plugging it in, it pushed most of the hot air right out of our home.

It was a godsend.

(275 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:

The Window

The window had been open for weeks, the net curtain blowing in the wind. Each time I passed, I wanted to shut it but I couldn’t bring myself to. I thought it as a metaphor; when the window closed so would that part of my life and she would be gone forever.

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:

The Face at the Window

Jilly tugged her big brother’s hand. “Why’s there a big wind coming out of Mr Roberts’, Darryl?”

Darryl shrugged. “One of his daft inventions probably.”

“Darryl? Can you see a cat’s face at the window?”

Darryl’s eyes narrowed then widened in fear.

“Darryl, where’s the rest of it?”
276 Characters

From Willow at WillowDot21:

Not that I watching.

They lived opposite and the noise was unbearable especially in the summer months. The net curtains were always clean and often blowing in the breeze.

The noise was awful night after night. He hit her it was stomach turning.Finally it all went quiet and she ran out into the night.
(280 characters)

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:

Burnt Offerings

The smell of sulphur and whispers were coming rasped:

“Come in, the door’s on the latch, sorry about the smell, dinner’s burnt. Cup of tea anyone?”
(272 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:

I told you not to leave the window open didn’t I?

Did I, or did I not, tell you at least a dozen times “DO NOT LEAVE THE BLOODY WINDOW OPEN!”

Well, you’ve gone and done it now, haven’t you? I told you, but do you listen?

NO!

In one ear and out the other!

And now it’s loose out there!
(280 characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:

Haunted Coast Part III

Inside, the sickly smell of mould hit me. In the gloom, my footsteps echoed back at me from the peeling walls and vaulted ceilings.

I heaved open a window sash to let the sea air in. Somewhere upstairs a door slammed. Just the breeze, surely? I looked round, sensing something…
(276 characters)

From Piyali at The ‘write’ stuff:

Once again, the lone tree swayed and the delicate white curtain hanging from the window fluttered. Inside the dark room, the old lady sighed while knitting away a soft crimson sweater for her grandson; hoping against hope that this summer she’d finally be able to see the child.
(279 characters)

From Indhu at Always:

Little Minds

Sid looked out of the window from his chair, lost in thoughts.

I wish I can play cricket on the street. No, I wish to ride a bike around the town.

He paused, he could smell the porridge.

Oh! I am on high chair and its meal time!

He began to think countless ways to spill the food.
<280 characters>

From Deb at Twenty Four:

She was mystified … it was gone and she had only placed it there a moment ago. What had happened?

Around the corner an old man sat with his dog, enjoying the still warm apple pie.

A smile upon his weathered face as his dog wagged its tail forever optimistic.
(259 characters)

From Isabel at Poetry, Fiction & Photography:

The Remainders

I don’t like it when they open the windows. Memories blow out. And memories are all this place has.

We lived here, slept here, played here. Those moments have faded with the centuries, but they remain. And as long as they remain, so do we.
(239 characters)

As always, wonderful tales! Thank you to all who joined the challenge. This week a storm is brewing…or an alien ship is breaking through the clouds or a galactic battle in the night sky over the bay. Hey, it could happen. You never know. You have 280 Characters to tell the story of this photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com. Posting early tonight. I have limited WiFi. Have fun! 😊


Twittering Tales #87 – 5 June 2018

The Whistleblower

Charlie regretted joining the agency. At first the climate experiments were exciting, but they had taken it too far. He locked his office, drove past the security gate, pulling off the road to call the authorities. A super storm was brewing. He hoped it was not too late.

~kat

273 Characters


The Fish Pond

Photo by © Connie Gayer.

Ned’s wife wanted a fish pond.

“Oh Ned,” Charlotte swooned, “you know I’ve always dreamed of it. A shallow basin swimming with beautiful koi, water lilies, edged with smooth boulders, horsetail reeds, lizard tails, I love those, and corkscrew rush…and maybe a little fountain, with lights. Betty told me their guy installed it all in a day. Should I call him? She said he’d give us a fair price.”

Ned nodded, as his dear wife spoke. “I can do it honey,” he said.

Three weeks later, knee deep in spring water Ned relented, “Char…that guy….you still have his number?”

~kat

99 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge inspired by this photo by © Connie Gayer.


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