inkwell alchemy
swirling into syllables
channeling the muse
~kat
For Three Line Tales Challenge, a Haiku inspired by this photo by Kira auf der Heide via Unsplash.
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Rescue Mission Abort
“We’ve been told to stand down, Skip’.”
“This came from the top? From command?”
“Just repeating what I heard…and saw. Here’s the order in black and white.”
“Why are we here then, if not to evacuate folks?”
“I heard they didn’t pay their bills.”
“The whole goddamned country is in debt. Are we just gonna let ‘em die?! I can’t just sit here in the harbor and let that happen. These are fellow Americans we’re talking about.”
“Apparently there was a question about that too. They can’t vote after all.”
“Bastard! What a moron! Pull anchor Smitty. We’re going in.”
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on this photo by © Ted Strutz.
Please note: This is fiction. While it can be viewed as a dramatization of current events, no elements of this story are based on actual facts…(except maybe the “moron” name calling part 😳)
Mothers and Daughters
barely a woman, girl-child, mother
she gazes into her daughter’s eyes
soul deep pools of ebon wonder
rockabye, sweet dream, lullabies
toddling sprite, she lives to hold her
barely a woman, girl-child, mother
exploring together, all life’s treasures
fierce protector, prone to hover
years soon pass like fleeting seconds
tears of joy, consuming anguish
barely a woman, girl-child, mother
left to tend an empty nest
bittersweet, the blooming season
wings now flexed, she yearns to fly
some return, but others wander
barely a woman, girl-child, mother
~kat
A Quatern for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the collage above and Sylvia Plath’s beautiful verse.
Twittering Tales #52 – 3 October 2017
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 based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. 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. Have Fun!
Twittering Tale #51 – The Roundup
Photo by Nordseher at Pixabay.com
Starting us off my tale…
The twister spared the trees but had tossed the apples on the ground.
“Looks like an apple butter year,” Mae quipped. It was her best batch.
(140 Characters)
From Reena at Reinventions:
This looks rotten on one side. Not the best for apple pie for her special people.
After all, their grandchildren visited only once in a year.
(140 characters)
From Michael at Morpethroad:
There’s one bad apple and I pulled it out.
Can’t have it spoiling the whole barrel.
You could have been that apple.
Lucky I pulled you out.
From Martin at Martin Corcoran:
Newton’s ex-wife never grew tired of cooking apple pies and dropping them on him from a great height, yelling Don’t blame me, blame gravity!
(140 Characters)
From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The old woman with the arthritic hand thrust the apple toward me and asked if I wanted a bite. When she started to cackle, I ran away.
(134 characters)
From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
“It’s a magic apple,” gradfather said.
“Magic isn’t real,” I gumbled.
“Just try it,” he smiled.
And magically, my sadness disappeared.
(131 characters)
From Sight11 at Journey:
Who knew that the bright red exterior was getting rotten inside? Looks can be deceiving.
Well death was eminent. If not maggots, then teeth.
From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
As the new turns to the experienced for guidance and support,the latter looks forward to the former’s novelty.Life comes a full circle.
134 characters.
From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Each year he offered the first of the crop to his darling wife.
This year she was not there to receive it.
Gone.
The apple of his eye forever!
(140 characters)
From Lorraine two tales at In 25 Words, More or Less:
Different disguise. Smaller apple.
That girl was always one sandwich short of a picnic.
(86 characters)
Or
“Steve, take a break,” Grandfather Jobs said, offering a small Macintosh apple.
“Wait . . . I think I have an idea,” and the IPhone was born.
(140 characters)
From Leena at Soul Connection:
He Sold Ancstrs Land Agnst Evry1’s Wish
Days Later He Lost Job
Appls Lk Juicy
On Demnd V Xprt Dem
It Ws Frm Sme Land Whch He Sold Thnkng Useles.
From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Head:
This is fruit from the Tree of Life and Death. It enables you to see the creation of the Universe or its death. What do you choose to see?
(140 characters)
From Willow at Willowdot21:
“Look” he said. “It was just like this, round and ruby red” My eyes grew larger.
“It was bigger of course and full of poison.” Winked Grandpa.
From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
Mirror mirror, am I the prettiest one of all?
You wld be if only you’d eat the apple you were given!
Apples, not chips!
WHAT?
Just go on a diet!
140 characters
Thank you to everyone to took a bite of the apple last week. Some of you made me laugh out loud. You were clever, sentimental, mysterious and inspiring! As always, BRILLIANT! Truly! 🙂
This is Week 52, which means we’ve been tweeting these tales for a year! Another anniversary of sorts. The challenge photo for this week is this photo of a clown by GLady on Pixabay.com. I don’t particularly like clowns. They can be scary. But they make some people happy. I often wonder about the people who dress up like clowns. What is their story? What is this guy’s story?
I hope you have a good week. If you decide to join the challenge, have fun! I’ll see you at the round up. ❤
Twittering Tales #52 – 3 October 2017
Photo by GLady on Pixabay.com
When Joe was a kid he loved the circus; especially clowns. They were the nicest guys. But Joe was not nice. It was the perfect disguise.
(137 Characters)
~kat
Lone Survivor – A Three Line Tale
photo by Bryan Minear via Unsplash
The explosion and loss of pressure sent the plane into a terrifying spiral, tossing passengers like ragdolls against the cabin ceiling; thirty horrible seconds that seemed like hours, lights flashing, people screaming, the fuselage groaning, ending suddenly into dead, black silence.
Sarah roused to the smell of jet fuel, the glare of red flashing lights and the tinny sound of rescuers calling for survivors on bullhorns.
With her legs broken, she managed to stretch her hand into to the air, crying out, a faint whisper, “I’m here.”
~kat
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Bryan Minear via Unsplash.
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