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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.”
“There is no Inn in the entire village.”
(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)




It’s not every day that one hits a milestone half a century in the making. That would be me, actually, who has evolved and survived some fifty plus years on this planet. “An event of this magnitude warrants something big,” I thought at the time, “something unexpected, memorable. Yes, this calls for nothing less than a tattoo!” Don’t laugh. It’s quite common you know. Middle-aged people add a tat or two to commemorate a well-lived life. Besides, it was on my bucket list.

Of course, my first and only tattoo could not be merely common, like a butterfly or a flower. This was fifty years we were talking about. So I did what anyone who wants to find a meaningful symbol to etch permanently into one’s flesh would do. I googled it. I already knew that I wanted something that reflected my faith with a Celtic flare. And I wanted a verse to go with it, in Latin. Mind you, I knew nothing about Latin except for a few words derived from Latin roots. But I was determined and inspired.

It didn’t take long to find the perfect verse. “Alis Volat Propriis!” or as it is translated in English, “She flies with her own wings!” I am reminded of a quote by the late, great president, Abraham Lincoln, “The problem with internet quotes is that you can’t always depend on their accuracy.” But then, I digress. I am getting a bit ahead of myself.

I went to work creating a beautiful tattoo sketch. I found the perfect Celtic knot triangle embellished with ivy for the art. Then I printed a word of the verse on each side. “Alis…Volat…Propiis”.

To my great delight and surprise, three of my daughters managed to make it to my door from two states away just in time to celebrate the big 5-0 with me, as well as accompany me to the tattoo shop, just in case I was having second thoughts. I wasn’t. I was ready to present my flesh as a canvas and to commemorate my mid-life Croning, as it were, in a big way.

If you have never gotten a tattoo, you should know, it hurts. There’s no way around it. The droning precision of the needle as it pulses, depositing ink, black and green, deep into layers of flesh hurts like hell. But with good company for moral support and music playing in the background…heavy, loud music… the hour or so goes by pretty quickly.

I loved my new tattoo. I still do, even though a few years later I discovered my worst nightmare…a misspelled word! I hate typos. This typo was etched permanently on my left shoulder blade. “Alis Volat Propiis.” “Where was the “R”? There is supposed to be an “R” after the second P? How did I miss it? Every source I consulted online spelled the phrase without the “R”!”

And that was the problem. It seems that there are quite a few folks wandering around with this misspelled disaster branded into their skin. The State of Oregon even listed it as a viable “Latin Motto Version”. But, ultimately, it was a typo! One that I had spent weeks researching and perfecting with my photo design program. One that I had suffered through hours of grueling, dull, excruciating pain to receive.

It could have been my undoing you know, having to live with this embarrassing secret hidden under my clothes. But I have grown attached to my beautiful flawed tattoo because it reminds me of me. It was, in fact, the perfect way to commemorate my crazy, roller coaster first 50 years.

This year I will celebrate my 60th year. I have lived ten more years filled the joys and sorrows that are part of every life. I thought about getting another tattoo. But I can’t decide what it should be or say. I’ve tossed this verse around…tell me what you think… “Just Breath”. I am kidding you know. Maybe I’ll just stick with butterflies.

kat ~ 25 January 2016
(675 Words – Non-Fiction)

Yes…this really happened…and yes, I still love it, flawed and all! 


This story is in response to RonovanWrites Weekly Flash Fiction Challenge. If you would like to read other stories or add your own, click HERE.


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