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August 21, 2018

Manic Mondays – Hush

MMHush

hush

in the dark
i’m frightened
of things
of falling down
trouble tells me
to hide
to fear
to keep inside
hush, hush
down
down
down
keep in line
hush
keep it down
voices carry,
darling
voices carry

~kat

For Manic Mondays Three-Way Prompt Challenge: Word – Hush, Photo above, Song – Voices Carry by Til Tuesday

Voices Carry

I’m in the dark, I’d like to read his mind
But I’m frightened of the things I might find
Oh, there must be something he’s thinking of
To tear him away-a-ay
When I tell him that I’m falling in love
Why does he say-a-ay

Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Uh-ah

I try so hard not to get upset
Because I know all the trouble I’ll get
Oh, he tells me tears are something to hide
And something to fear-eh-eh
And I try so hard to keep it inside
So no one can hear

Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Uh-ah

Oh!
He wants me, but only part of the time
He wants me, if he can keep me in line

Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, shut up now, voices carry
Hush hush, keep it down now, voices carry
Hush hush, darling, she might overhear
Hush, hush – voices carry

He said shut up – he said shut up
Oh God can’t you keep it down
Voices carry
Hush hush, voices carry

I wish he would let me talk

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August 21, 2018

Twittering Tale #98 – 21 August 2018

By Kat Myrman

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 #97 – The Roundup

Starting us off..

Celia couldn’t sleep. As she stepped into the night, an eerie hush hummed in the coolness.
Suddenly, a cat growled nearby, startling her, it’s back arched as it recoiled, hissing.
Then, in horror she noticed her hands, covered in fur.
“Damn full moon!” she howled. “Sorry, kitty.”
~kat
280 Characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
Writers’ Block
Be not proud, Sun and Moon! Artificial moons dot the night sky.
The writers’ block hits me at this point. How do I take it ahead?
I feel a shadow hovering over me, shifting shapes. I let her out of the balcony door, and write …
A troubled soul on moonless nights…
The story starts ….
(280 characters)

From Deepa at Sync with Deep:
Love in the Moonlight
they
kissed
under the full moon
on their anniversary
the hungry souls
could not bury their love
in the graves

From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Dreams on Fire
As the reflection of the full moon glittered in her twinkling eyes, little Sara slept beneath her neatly tucked up blanket.
“Good night dear sun, my favourite cat, my doting humming birds!” she whispered.
Finally she thanked the moon in her sleep for lighting up her dreams.
(274 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Things That Go Bump in the Night
It was a stinking hot night, not a breath of cool air anywhere.
We sat on the veranda for in the house was unbearable.
The air was so still, and at first, we didn’t hear the bump.
Then there was a second one then a third.
Dad investigated and discovered a kangaroo in the kitchen.
(277 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Things That Go Bump in the Night
Traffic stopped people got out of their cars to stare.There were two moons. Acsentuated by the lack of street lighting.
Satan stifled a grin, how could he be responsible.Azriel had, at his suggestion,taken Gabriel’s torch to”Show the humans the way” Gabriel would not be happy!
(279 Characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Just as he did every night, Sam took his dog out for her last walk of the night. The moon was full and bright, illuminating their usual route, so Sam left his flashlight at home.
Perhaps if he’d brought his flashlight that night, he’d have seen what was lurking in the bushes.
(275 characters)

From Anthony at Dear Daughter:
A Howl in the Night
It has been a long day. Our baseball team had made it all the championship game in the 90-degree weather. Just for the outcome to go in the other teams favor.
So when we got home I needed to have a little time by myself, so I decided to take a walk with my pup. While on our walk we get a glimpse of the moon, and it was absolutely stunning tonight looking very close to earth it must have been a super moon.
That’s when we heard it….You’ll need to read the rest here (191 words) 😉

From The Dark Netizen:
DIRGE
I hear it every night, the dirge.
Its dark melody does not let me sleep. The song calls out to me. It’s disturbing.
Why can’t my victims just stay dead. Why do they have to sing? If they had learned to shut up, they would have been alive.
Jeez! Annoying even in death….
Character Count: 270

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Things That Go Bump in the Night
She danced across the sky,
Nimble footed goddess of Shadows,
Silently does she call her children,
Werebeast and melancholic shades,
Silently does she pour Nightshade and Wolfsbane,
Ushering in things that go bump
In the night,
Ushering in things of terror and strife,
Stay if you dare.
(279 characters)

From Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
The Drive
Driving on an empty road at 3 am was least of his worries. Rather, the rattling sound coming from the back was making him concerned.
“Stop, or I’ll crush your tiny skull with my bare hands.”He yelled.
Shedding helpless tears, the boy, bound and gagged in the trunk, stopped kicking.
280 Characters

From Deb at Twenty Four:
She stood on the curb, looking up at the night sky with a slight smile. It might be chilly, it might be dark but it was perfect … there was a full moon.
She took a deep breath, there would be enough light to navigate by.
Running through the park might be treacherous otherwise.
(278 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Things That Go Bump in the Night
I told you not to mess with that laser gun again, now look what you’ve done. You’ve made a hole in the sky!
How are you going to explain that to your Probation Officer?
Alien space ships are falling through. That big orange one just burned straight through a double decker bus!
(277 characters)

It seemed to be the perfect hiding place. The thief lowered the satchel of cash into the sewer drain. He would retrieve it later.

Then the rains came. Days of rain. The sewers overflowed into the streets.

When the thief returned for his booty, a group of detectives was waiting.

~kat

277 Characters

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August 13, 2018

Dirge – Manic Mondays

By Kat Myrman

DirgeManicMondays

darkness
i understand
dreams
grow dark
i go into
the night
of my heart
the flame
rises,
I desire

~kat

For Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt: Word: Dirge, Photo above, and the Song: Aniron by Enya. As I do every week, the poem inspired by these three are a Black Out poem taken from the translated lyrics of the song below:

O môr henion i dhû: Ely siriar, êl síla Ai! Aníron Undómiel	From darkness I understand the night: dreams flow, a star shines Ah! I desire Evenstar
Tiriel arad ‘ala môr minnon i dhû-sad oltha Ai! Aníron Edhelharn.	Having watched the day grow dark I go into the night – a place to dream Ah! I desire Elfstone.
Alae! Ir êl od elín! I ‘lir uin el luitha guren. Ai! Aníron Undómiel.	Behold! The star of stars! The song of the star enchants my heart. Ah! I desire Evenstar
I lacha en naur e-chun Síla, éria, brónia. Ai! Aníron Edhelharn.	The flame of the fire of the heart shines, rises, endures. Ah! I desire Elfstone

August 12, 2018

Mauve Martens – Case Study

By Kat Myrman

Mauve had schooled her share of psych interns. As the longest live-in resident of Elmwood Sanatorium, she was a favorite subject for rounds and more intensive interview sessions. It was a symbiotic relationship. For her ‘performance’ Mauve got an extra 3 hours of tv access and the program of her choice. For their part, the staff gained valuable insight into an intern’s potential. Mauve had a way of weeding out those who weren’t cut out for a specialty in psychology.

She plopped herself at the table, with a gleam in her eye, and studied her next…victim. He shuffled several cards without looking up.

“Hmmm, a hard nut to crack,” she thought, “but I like nuts. After all I am the queen of nuts!” Mauve chuckled. “Humph…those bloody ink blots again. There are exactly ten of them. I know them well.”

And know them she did. She could spin a delirious show for each; one that left most interns disturbed at best. Ultimately they would fail their evaluation, only to be rotated out of the psych ward to the general surgery wing or some other safe corner of the hospital. Yes, Mauve was an expert in ink blots. “This is going to be fun,” she sniggled under her breath.

“Hello Miss Martens. My name is Dr. Stevens. Shall we begin?”

“If we must,” Mauve sighed, leaning back in her chair.

“Alright then,” Dr Stevens announced, as he flipped the first card face up on the table in front of her. “Tell me how you feel about this image, Miss Martens. Tell me what you see.”

“First of all, call me Mauve. I detest being called Miss,” Mauve hissed as she leaned forward to eye the ink blot. “Which one will it be…the bat or the dancing bears?” she wondered.

As she studied the image Mauve grew agitated. Something was wrong! Terribly wrong! She had never seen this ink blot before. Mauve pushed away from the table abruptly.

“Is something wrong, Miss Mar…Mauve?” Dr. Stevens inquired.

“Who gave you permission to call me that? You don’t know me!” Mauve shrilled.

“I’m sorry, Miss. But back to the cards, please. Tell me. What do you…”

“You stop right there! Is this some kind of joke? What do YOU think this fucking card means? Hmmm?” Mauve pounded the table with her fist, lurching toward the doctor, eyes bulging, face flushed red. “Go on tell me if you’re so smart. There are rules Doctor, and you are breaking them! How dare you come in here with your fancy white coat and bother me with your stupid cards!”

Dr. Stevens tapped the card he’d laid on the table and cleared his throat. “The card, Mauve…Miss Martens…What. Do. You. See?”

It was too much! She had nothing. It was a trick. She was sure of it. She started to rock maniacally, humming to herself, eyes squeezed shut as she clutched the arms of the chair.

“Miss Martens?”

The room was spinning growing darker, darker. “Did someone say my name?” Mauve’s thoughts spun. “No one ever calls me Miss…”

“Mauve?”

Suddenly, she collected herself, sat upright in the chair, and tilted her head to the side as she leered at Stevens. “Well, well, aren’t you a looker. What do you say we forget this silly game and get down to what you really came here for. I know what men like you like…” she slurred in a guttural tone, licking her lips.

“Miss Martens…”

She cackled, “Ha! That little bitch? Why waste your time on her, Doc, especially when you have me…”

“And you are?”

“Trixie, Doc. The boys call me Trixie.”

~kat

A short story for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the photo above.

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August 10, 2018

Heatwave – A Three Line Tale

By Kat Myrman

photo by Khürt Williams via Unsplash

After days of sweltering heat, even the seashore was little relief to beach-goers.

Donna fanned herself under the shade of an umbrella, rolling a cool water bottle against the back of her neck, her toes digging deep through hot sand to the cool, damp packed base below.

She started seeing double, the world fading, as she realized, too late, that she had lingered too long.

~kat

For Three Line Tales Challenge.https://only100words.xyz/2018/08/09/three-line-tales-week-132/

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