swirl of fired sand
jar once filled with spice and oil
evanescence gone
~kat
For TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge, prompt words, Lost (gone) and Perfume (spice, oil), inspired by TJ’s photo of this ancient Roman vessel.
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Twittering Tale #44 – 7 August 2017
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, 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 us a new prompt. Have Fun!
Twittering Tale #43 – The Round-Up
From Michael at Morpethroad:
Ray loved to make tattoos.
Secretly he loved the pain his clients felt.
The buzz electrified him.
The heat of the iron rushed through him.
(136 characters)
From Reena at ReInventions:
This is an elite business, and I only take committed clients. Don’t worry, it is not about the pain. My tattoos last beyond relationships.
(138 characters)
From Fandango at This, That, and The Other:
Said he was a professional tattoo artist for fifty years. Looked like a trustworthy grandfather. Who knew he couldn’t spell nothing?
(132 characters)
From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
No amount of coaxing relieved her of pains of separation.While time works in a funny manner, a tattoo would ease his pain.
Character count:- 122
From Jim at newepicauthor:
Now my arm will be worth over $600 after this beauty. This will put my whole body up over 7 grand. Next week I’ll get one on my face. Sweet!
(140 Characters)
From Sight11 at Journey:
A lingering ache
Periodical Intake..
Skin, absorbing time
#Senryu
From Di at Pensitivity101:
He’d wanted to be a dentist really, but white was boring.
So much nicer to be working in colour.
95 characters.
From Sandi at Flip Flops Everyday:
The true story behind his tattoo:
“…but I want an Evil Calypso!”
“All you can afford is an evil hippo.”
In his inebriated state, he agreed.
In his mind, he got this
In reality, he got this
140 characters
From Leena at Through My Heart Web:
No Place Left On Me To Ink, Now Lets Tattoo Others N Fulfill Burning Desire.
(Months Later)
“Hi, I Want Smthng Btfl On My Neck”
“U Love Fairies?”
From Cara at Do the Flash:
17-year-old Daisy, who had bone cancer, designed a tattoo for her life. Uncle Aziz etched her vision on her shoulder with tears in his eyes.
From Willow at Willowdot21:
Telling
A story
Totally absorbed in his art
Tantalizingly catching the eye
Only he can transform your skin
Oh! It hurts but it’s what you want.
(140 Characters)
From Michael at Flawed Masterpieces:
“I know she loves John Lennon, but did she have to get “Come Together” tattooed on both her cheeks?”
(Character count: 100)
From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
At your age? her kids smirked. Her husband was furious:
What have you done? Of all the trashy… I’m disgusted.
She grinned. The desired effect.
(140 characters)
From Martin at Martin Cororan:
With each stab of ink the message slowly revealed itself: I’ve only paid up to the words ‘I’ve poisoned you’. Wire £1m for the antidote…
138 Characters
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
You didn’t want to get sent to Tim for your mandatory numbered tattoo. Word is if you got Tim you left with more than a tattoo on your body.
(140 Characters)
From Ghostmmnc at TeleportingWeena:
AS STILL as a CORPSE
After practicing his ink art on cadavers,
Gramps was happy to have his first live client.
88 Characters
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
A dotted line with a message, “Follow the dots”. Starting at the neck, they now snaked down his stomach to his groin. Almost finished. OOPS!
(140 characters)
From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
A tattoo “I love you my darling wife” would be a perfect anniversary gift thought Jim. But was aghast. The wife got tattooed as “wifi”!!!
Character count: 137 letters
From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
She sent him to have the new kitten tattooed. She began to worry when he phoned to ask, a bouquet of roses or a two-headed Chinese dragon?
(139 Characters)
From Dermott at Postcards from a Pigeon:
She talked him into tattoos of each other’s names, night of the ‘long talk’. One look love. She died, time the tattoo faded, not the memory.
From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
My hard life tattoed on me, every aspect and all lessons learned.
It’s like I’m bearing my soul for all to see.
I am who I am.
Let me be me.
(137 characters)
From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
blue marks left on my body
are medals of your anger
indelible lashes on my soul
I veil them under the guise of blue tattoo art.
both gel well.
And my take on the photo…
“I feel like crap. Damn Tequila. What’s this? A tattoo? Who the hell is Sheila?”
“Morning you. I made coffee.”
“Uh, hi? You must be Sheila…”
(140 Characters)
I loved the tales this week! Your twittering tales were so fun…and some were poignant and inspiring! There were some really heart-wrenching, lovely tales, some funny “oops” moments, a few creepy stories and I learned about pet tattoos too. I posted a few of the photos that were included. Be sure to check out everyone’s page though. You all are awesome writers. Thank you all so much for joining the challenge last week.
This week, I picked a close-up of a microscope. What is the story of the person at the other end of the eyepiece lens? What is staring back at them from the slide? Does the microscope itself have a story? There are several possibilities for this random photo. I hope you have fun with this prompt. See you next week at the Round-Up.
Twittering Tale #44 – 7 August 2017
Photo from Pixabay.com
Dr. Cole was convinced he’d found the antidote, but the virus was resistant. He assembled his notes with a warning for those who’d find him.
(140 Characters)
~kat
In Lieu of Flowers
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“Why did I even bother stating “No flowers” in the obituary!”
“Flowers are pretty. And Red Ginger and Birds of Paradise were Nana’s favorites. I think it’s nice of people to remember her this way. What’s your issue with flowers!”
“Well first of all, they’re a waste of money. We were very clear. We said, “in lieu of flowers, please make a donation to Sunset Hospice. Why can’t people respect our wishes?!”
“I’m sorry. Why are you so upset?”
“Cut flowers die. I can’t bear to watch them fade, like Nana did. Take them somewhere…please!”
“So sorry. I get it.”
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge based on the photo above by Dale Rogerson.
Twittering Tale #43 – 1 August 2017
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, 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 us a new prompt. Have Fun!
Twittering Tale #42 – The Round-Up
The Marshall House in Savannah, Georgia – Photo by Kat Myrman
From Reena at ReInventions:
“Why do only a few windows have lights?”
“The source is external. It is how you to choose to project your thoughts on objects and people.”
(137 characters)
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Joe looked up and sighed. “I’ve replaced that light twice already! Damn poltergeists!” Dylan grinned slyly and slid the bulb into his pocket.
From Leena at Through My Heart’s Web:
A Girl Evryday Stares At Me Frm Her Room.One Nite She Shouted HELP ME.Locals Said No One Stays Der Aftr Murder Crime,Same Nite Few Yrs Back.
From Sight11 at Journey:
Sounds of Contentment
Incessant water flows
The five lights leak
The yesteryears
Anima bewildered,
By apparition of the living..
From Michael at Morpethroad:
We were all drunk. The beer flowed easily.
“Holler for a Marshall” was the catch cry
we rolled on the floor, cracked another
laughter erupted.
From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
My room is in the front of the hotel. Look just above the letter H in “House.” Light is on. Can’t wait to see you. Text me when you arrive.
From Di at Sensitivity 101:
The new Scarlet and Bret came to mind when they leased the house to the filmmakers.
Sadly, it was going to be used as a Lunatic Asylum.
134 characters
From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Too much Wine&cheese chatter, wifi, TV, Pokemon Go down the hallways. The ghosts moved to quieter more atmospheric premises in an old cinema
From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
“I still haven’t seen a ghost here,” she consoled the girl.
“You’re right. I’ve lived here one hundread fifty three years, seen no ghosts.”
(139 characters)
From Hayley at The Story Files, a nice bit of Flash Fiction. You can read it HERE.
From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
News about renovation had reached far and wide.I want to go there one last time, before it becomes unrecognizable, exclaimed Nan.
126 characters.
From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:
Enroll now: Electricians in Training at Downtown Hotel. Plenty of rooms available for on the job training. Apprentices arriving daily.
137 Characters
From Willow at WillowDot21:
Let me show you your room
Don’t be afeared of the gloom
The light switch is over here
You don’t like this room, I don’t give a damn my dear!
140 characters.
From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day:
Haunted, ha!
Clock is running backward
Toilet continually flushing
bath Water that won’t turn off
Lights flickering
That’s the work of gremlins!
140 Characters
From Jim at Jim Adams Author dotcom a Twittering Tale and a bit of Flash Fiction too. You can read the short HERE:
Cop talking with Hotel Mgr. “Remove the flag, take it down at night, or install a light to shine on it so it stays illuminated.”
139 Characters
From Deepika at DeepikasRamblings:
This is the place where I was kept after being kidnapped, said detective Betty. I’m sure we will find our next clue from “Marshall House”
138 characters
From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Like a grand theatre aflame with spotlights:
Act One was noble acts, some sneaky deals
Act Two was roaring rage, backstabbing, enemies made
Act Three is now
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
Reveille sounds at six they said
but who would dare to wake the dead
the bugle call was right on time
and Mary’s ghost arose sublime!
(130 characters)
From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
“The occupancy rate of Marshall Inn is low. Only six rooms are lighted up.”
“Inn?”
“There is no Inn in the entire village.”
“Look”
“Where?”
(138 characters.)
And my tweet of a tale starting us off:
She is brick and mortar,
lavish and luxurious,
host to travelers
young and old,
but in her belly
growls a legion,
lost dark souls
forever bound.
(137 Characters)
Thank you everyone for joining the challenge last week. I loved your spooky, funny, thoughtful tales. There were a few longer stories inspired by the photo as well. I have linked them here so you can hop over for a read.
For this week’s challenge, I headed over to pixabay and found this interesting photo by favoritesunfl. I decided to get a tattoo when I turned 50. Thankfully, I still love it. But I know there are stories of people with tattoo remorse. The reasons people get tattoos are many. Some, for sentimental or romantic reasons, some to remember a lost loved one, some just for the fun of it or as a rite of passage…and there are some who have many and just can’t get enough. So tell me a tale about a tattoo. Remember 140 characters or less. And one more thing…Have Fun! See you next week at the Round Up. 🙂
Twittering Tale #43 – 1 August 2017
Photo by favoritesunfl at Pixabay.com
“I feel like crap. Damn Tequila. What’s this? A tattoo? Who the hell is Sheila?”
“Morning you. I made coffee.”
“Uh, hi? You must be Sheila…”
(140 Characters)
~kat
The Phone
photo by J. Hardy Carroll
Several times a day the old phone in the back corridor of the shopping mall rang, exactly 10 times. There were offices along the hallway; the back entrances to several shops, public restrooms, and an elevator. Once I saw someone crouched on the floor next to the booth, listening intently, the receiver pressed tightly to their ear. I laughed it off at the time as crazy. But I never stopped wondering about that old phone.
Then one day it rang and I raced over and lifted it to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hi Kat!”
“Grandma?!” Grandma had died a year ago.
~kat
100 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers based on the photo above by J. Hardy Carroll.
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