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Legacy’s Bliss

Margaret glanced up from a sink full of soapy dishes. Pa was in his element, surrounded by the grands and great-grands, telling stories of “how it was before tv’s and computers; when people called and you answered your phone, none of this texting and voicemail business.”

“How did you do it, Pa? Didn’t you wonder if you were missing something? I would!” Zachary blurted.

Pa chuckled, his eyes softened, remembering. “Well Zach, guess we didn’t miss anything ‘cause we didn’t know any better. We got along just fine, I think. Just look at all of you. Musta done something right.”

~kat

100 Words for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction Challenge inspired by the photo above by © Fatima Fakier Deria


Twittering Tale #77 – 27 March 2017

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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 #76 – The Roundup

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Photo by adege at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…
Stranded
“Are you kidding me?! Out of gas?!”
“‘Fraid so. I’ll walk back to that service station. Lock the doors ‘til I get back.”
Hours passed. An eerie mist loomed. Sue had dozed off, startled awake by frogs, the size of wolves, peering at her.
“Ribitt…my favorite. Lady fingers.”
(272 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The pond scum committee was called to order.
A change of image was required.
They were over the bad rap they received.
Something needed to be done.
Suddenly scum left and right leapt into action.
A leg, a fin, a strangely shaped head.
The scum was changing.
A vision of beauty was born.

From Reena at ReInventions:
Reflections
“The artist is not at peace with himself.”
“What makes you that?”
“The ugliness captured shows his discomfort with the world, and throwing back the revulsion at them. It is a secret desire for the world to be swallowed by this muck.”
(231 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Muffins
“I can’t believe you dropped the whole bucketful into that puddle,” Beth scolded her sister.
“I’m sorry,” Ann said, tears running down her cheeks, “but that thunderclap scared me.”
“It took me hours to fill that bucket. How’s mom gonna make blueberry muffins without blueberries?”
(278 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Who said frogs have stopped evolving?
Once it was every tadpole for himself, wriggling to probable death in a bird’s gullet or a kid’s jamjar. All that changed when thousands of tadpoles united and superfrog was spawned—the golden age of pondlife was about to begin.

From Willow at WillowDot21:
SATAN’S SPAWN.
Satan shouted, who had moved his bucket. Silence, Uriel has been clearing up had he moved it? Satan was getting annoyed, where was his spawn.
Uriel smiled as two little boys wandered off into the sun set carrying a bucket of black smelly spawn. Uriel loved making children happy.
(279 characters)

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Something stirred within the mass of writhing bodies. He felt their hunger and cunning. They called to him but he ignored their siren call. The enemy was on the rise. This darkness was foretold. The Shaman whispered words of binding, vowing to imprison the nightmare throng.
(277 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Spawn
It’s strange to think that my fondest memories as a child was going out each spring and collecting frog spawn. It just seemed so natural and innocent. It probably started my career too! I’m now head frog and toad keeper at the zoo.

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Breaking News
Scientists have reason to believe that an extinct amphibian, last recorded in 1503, a Giant Toadasaurus has spawned in a local framer’s muddy pool, for reasons unknown. Farmer Jo King told reporters ” Locals can’t wait for this weird and wonderful Hatching to happen .”

From Isabel at Poetry, Fiction, and Photography:
Who’s the Monster Now?
Getting lost in the marsh wasn’t great for our friendship. There was a lot of finger pointing. We were about to bite each other’s heads off when the swamp monster appeared. It took one look at us and dived right back under water.
(230 characters)

Well, that was thoroughly entertaining, everyone! Some of you had a creepy or scary tale to tell, some philosophical, some quite funny and one…blueberries! I have to agree the photo did look a bit like peeled blueberries when I had a second look. Great stories, but I think I’ve had my fill of frogs….you’re welcome! This week, a tall stairwell and a little girl in a photo by Min An at Pexels.com. Is she playing a game of hide and seek? Perhaps she is a ghost, or just a flower girl in her auntie’s wedding. There are a few stories here I think. Thanks to everyone who wrote a story last week. Hope to see you at the roundup. 🙂


 

Twittering Tale #77 – 26 March 2018

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Photo by Min An at Pexels.com

Maybe Next Time
“She’s a lovely girl; smart, polite, well-mannered. Mr. and Mrs. Harding, shall I fetch her?”
“Anna Harding,” Anna mused, straightening her dress, smiling.
“Emily dear,” Miss Sedgewick called, “please come down.”
Anna sighed, “maybe next time,” as she watched Emily skip happily by.
(279 Characters)

 

~kat


Countin’ Sheep

Now I know you like countin’ on the likes of me, but I gotta warn ya’

If I was countin’ on me I would never be able to sleep at night ’cause I’m a follower, I tell ya’; can’t think fer m’self and I’m liable to lead ya’ somewheres ya’ might not want to go…if ya’ foller what I’m sayin’.

But if it’s nightmares yer lookin’ fer, then I’m yer sheep; jus’ don’t say I didn’t warn ya’.

~kat

A Three Line Tale prompted by the photo above by Sam Carter via Unsplash. Thanks Sonya for hosting!


The Treasure of Black Hills

It all started when Mamie Mitchell found a crude map under the floor board in the parlor of her family home place. After she delivered it to the authorities, word spread. Fortune hunters descended on Black Hills hoping to find treasure buried by a notorious gang led by Bart McMaster. He had frequented the place, once a brothel owned by Mamie’s great-grandmother, Sadie. After a heist, Bart hid the map only hours before the gang was gunned down.

But Mamie knew that the treasure was long gone. Miss Sadie and her girls never needed for anything. Bart saw to that.

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge prompted by the photo above by © Björn Rudberg.


Twittering Tales #73 – 27 February 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 #72 “Hopewell” – The Roundup

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Photo prompt by Leigh Heasley at Pexels.com

Starting us off…

He tapped the steering wheel absentmindedly. She leaned against the door, face pressed against the glass, when a stone column caught her eye, “Hopewell”.
“More like hopeless,” she thought.
He broke the silence, “We could adopt…”
“Really?” she slid over, leaning into him.
(276 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Hopewell’s creaking door, the butler’s crossed eyes, his hideous hump and a habit of standing too close were all signs to beware of.
The chill as you settled in bed, the ghostly screams in the night,
The rattling of chains, Cousin Boris’ slimy handshake ensured a sleepless night.
(278 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Another morning in the gray soulless house. She crept out of the door into cold gray air. Her case was light as she carried it down the drive so as not to wake those in the house
Out of the gray gates for the last time! Today the first day of her life in colour.Farewell Hopewell.
(280 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Get Well Soon messages indicate you are unwell. But Hope well?
“Jim, better check the map again. I have a hunch we are heading for trouble.”
(139 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
“Hopewell?” Dan said as they passed the ivy-covered stone post on the road to the hospice. “I see no hope and nothing well about any of this.”
“Don’t worry, son,” Alex said. “My time is just about up and I hear the drugs they give at this place will make my passing quite pleasant.
(280 characters)

From Rules640 at Life at 17:
“Before you is a little place,
Go there and you will enjoy your stay
But if you wanna leave,
If you wanna go back to your place,
You should know you won’t be allowed.”
“Read this before you enter” the guard had told her. Days after being stuck inside she wished she had read it before.
280 characters

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Just terrible bad luck, the inquest said, that she had wandered in during the few seconds the security barrier was down.
The coroner ordered the establishment to clean off the ivy from the plaque that indicated ‘Hopewell Psychiatric Hospital.”
244 Characters

From Hayley at The Story Files:
All that was left of the old manor house was the front gate post with the name plaque on. The driveway led to nothing and nature was running wild. What happened no one knew for sure, there were too many secrets that the dead now kept.

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
She stared at the name intently, it filled her with dread of the darkest kind. Her soul curled at the edges, repelled by the prospect of revisiting old nightmares. Ana was the last of the bloodline and had to break the Curse. They warned her not to return, too late she was back.
(279 characters)

From Lorraine at My Frilly Freudian Slip:
Hopewell. They’d all hoped well. Her parents, the doctors.
The wail of approaching fire engines over-powered screams from inside the institution.
She smiled as she walked past the gate. She had hoped well enough.
[211 characters]

From Leena at Soul Connection:
She:-Silent Plce.Bird Chrpng,Sound Of Dry Leaves Crushng n..
He:-N Spirits Roamng(Laughng)
Very Funny
HOPEWELL
Wht?
Its Wrttn Here.C On Pillar
She Clckd Pic n Draggd Him 4wrd
Its Gng To B Dark n V R Alone
No
(Teasng)U Mean V R Nt Alone?
Ahaa Haa.Shut Up
As Dey Crsd Pillar,Spirit Follwd Dem.

From Joy at Poetry Joy, 3 Tales:
Obscured
Almost obscured by leaves
this sign breathes renewed
hope into her sad soul
signalling a new beginning
where joy and optimism
overcomes pain
(139 characters)

We hop
She squirms higher in her seat because, at age 5, she can barely read. But she sees “hop we” as indicator of her family being happier here.
(139 characters)

Secrets lurk within
Hedged in by dense
undergrowth, accessed
by dusty driveway
a house stands proud
looks inviting but is
far from it, for deep
secrets lurk within
(140 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
For a school founded in 2001 it sure was a strange old gate post.
Mo had chosen this particular High School for the sports, and he was looking forward to joining the athletics team.
He was a little wary though because to be accepted he knew he must first find the other gate post!
(280 characters)

From BroadsideDotMe, a bit of history on Hopewell?
“Hopewell”, the little known public school where the teenage Adolf Hitler spent a year learning English. The school was so proud of its connection with “Mien Kampf” that to this day the gateway has but a single, well lets not be vulgar about this, a single roundel upon the gatepost. It would be prudent not to mention the school song.

From Radhika at RadhikasReflection:
Uma slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. The place looked very familiar. Recollection came in a flash. Her husband, in her previous birth, had brutally murdered her a few months after the wedding. She recognized the old man walking out. She knew what to do…
Letter count 280

Very creative takes this week. There was something mysterious about this ivy covered entrance with its name…Hopewell…Hope Well. You all took a few twists in the road on this one. Excellent tales! This week, I had a little fun with the photo…sorry, couldn’t resist. But I think there might be a few more stories hidden here. A ditch, a broken down bridge, a fence in the distance, a lake in the background. Something happened in this place. The question is, what? Have fun fellow tweeters. See you next week at the Roundup!


Twittering Tale #73 – 27 February 2018

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photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com

Paw Paw got tired o’ waitin’. He took to buildin’ his own wall. Make ‘merika great. Give ol’ Mr. Trump a head start. We never woulda guessed they’d of impeached the greatest president this country’s eva’ seen. But that’s what they done. Paw Paw pretty much gave up after that.

(277 Characters)

~kat