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April 17, 2018 Twittering Tales #81 – 24 April 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 Tale #80 – The Roundup

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Photo by Leirdal at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
“It’s Roger’s skiff alright. What’s left of it. Don’t know whether to be happy or sad. Damn that Roger. Three weeks! Always getting himself into a mess that the rest of us have to bail him out of.”
Just then, there was a rustling in the brush.
“Hey Joel! What took ya’ll so long?”
(278 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Broken
“Reflections do nothing to boost my self-esteem.”
“You look beautiful….”
“I look different … in different mediums. It is the medium that makes or breaks me.”
She was tracing lines with a twig on water, watching the images crack up, and make faces at her. She was no longer whole.
(276 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and The Other:
Picture Perfect
“Is this a painting or a photograph?” Don asked.
“You seriously can’t tell?” Helen responded.
“Oh, I’m sorry if I offended you,” Don said.
“You didn’t offend me. It’s actually an oil painting I made of a photo I took,” Helen explained.
“It’s beautiful,” Don said. “Picture perfect!”
(278 characters)

From Deborah at Twenty-Four:
With one final dab he lifted the paintbrush, was the green too vivid? Were the colours accurate?
As he hesitated the front door slammed and fearful of discovery he threw aside the brush and bounded to the front door, desperate to appear dutiful.
“What you been up to Fido?”
(272 characters)

From Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Memories
In my quiet solitude, unable to control my tears, I recall the love we shared hiking to our secret spot. It has become an aching memory etched deeply within my heart. Since you left, I feel like this abandoned little rowboat, half submerged, slowly slipping from the surface.
(277 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Takeaways
The Groke sat so still her great bulk made not even a ripple on the lake’s surface. She had spat out the boat part but she still had terrible stomach ache. The juicy part inside was tasty enough, but the rubber waders and the fishing tackle were playing havoc with her digestion.
280 Characters

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
Adventure Time
“Such a vivid place. The colours look so picture perfect. Those waters are so calm, with ripples none. This might be heaven on Earth.”
“I’ve heard that there’s a Sea monster in a cave deep inside those waters.”
“Really? Ready for adventure time?”
“What? Are you joking?”
“Nope”

From Indhu at Always:
The Proposal
I was all set to propose her today. I wanted to do it at her favorite spot where she spent most of her time rowing in her small boat. She was a happy, go-lucky girl, liked by all in the town. Alas! I knew her better. The broken boat! What is the hurry to leave this world? Why?
(277 characters)

From Anuragbakhshi at Jagahdilmein:
Shipwrecked
“Darling, they say an imperfection makes one more beautiful.”
“Lovely sentiment dear, but…”
“Even the moon has scars.”

“Poetic, but…”
“A dash of imperfection leads to memorability.”

“I agree, but did you HAVE to sink our only boat to insert an imperfection into your photograph?”
279 characters

Thank you everyone for joining the challenge this week. I really enjoyed everyone’s take this week. We had a dog who paints, a proposal…that wasn’t, a few sea monsters and a zealous photographer, and a few wistful thought-provoking streams of consciousness. Such fun!

This week we’re hitting the rails, on a train ride. There is a story here. Tell us, in 280 characters or less of course. Hope to see you at the roundup next week!

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Photo by Ana Martin on Unsplash

The Excursion

Martin fumbled with the newspaper. “Don’t let them see you sweat, Martin,” he thought. How did they know he was on this train? Who was he kidding? They always knew.

As the train slowed to a stop, they made their move.

“Hello Martin. It’s time to get you back to the hospital.”

~kat


Addicted

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Photo by NASA

Captain Jones was a decorated aviator and a seasoned astronaut who had commanded more than a dozen trips to the international space lab.

But Captain Jones had a secret obsession, one that he was sure his colleagues would take him to task for.

On Monday evenings, at 8 pm EST he would slip out to “check the solar panels”, though everyone knew that the real reason Jones kept his standing 8 pm Monday evening panel check appointment was to tune in to televised feed to find out which bachelorette would be receiving a rose that week.

~kat

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge prompted by this photo from NASA.


If You Need To Ask

if you need to ask what freedom is

you’re not

drape yourself in stars and stripes

do whatever you feel like

hate the man, yeah! go on strike

if you need to ask…

count your pennies, buy more stock

build great walls, install more locks

it only matters who’s on top

what freedom is…

could declare your independence

time is wasted being decent

cash your chips before they’re spent

if you need to ask…

claim your rights, take up your arms

speak your mind, raise false alarms

before the others do you harm

you’re not…

grab what’s yours while you still can

change the rules and take command

always have the upper hand

if you need to ask what freedom is

you’re not

~kat

Had been tweaking this in response to call for poems about freedom. It was too long for the call, but I’m going with it just the same. My blog space will do just fine. 😊


Hello Again

Sarah was running out of time.

With only minutes to spare she scrambled to think of something to say that John would remember years from now when they would meet for the first time…again.

“You remind me of someone I would very much like to know…” she whispered, as she turned away, fading into air.

~kat

A Three Line Tale inspired by the photo above by Charles Etoroma via Unsplash


Right On Track

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photo by Vek Labs via Unsplash

Sarah peered at the lights in the distant, groggy, her body weighed down by something she couldn’t identify, the pavement beneath her cold and damp.

It was a recurrent dream that dogged her night after night causing her to wonder if it was a premonition of impending doom, except for one tiny detail: the arrow.

While she was no dream expert, Sarah decided her dreams were a sign that she was on the right track, moving forward; in her heart she believed everything would work out for the best.

~kat

For Sonya’s Three Line Tales Challenge inspired by the photo above by Vek Labs via Unsplash.