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May 1, 2018

Twittering Tales #82 – 1 May 2018

By Kat Myrman

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 #81 – The Roundup

Starting us off…

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.”
(276 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Unplanned
“Predetermined destinations take the charm off a journey.”
“You bought a ticket with a travel plan.”
“Certainly…..”
I watched helplessly as he flung himself into the valley. His entry in my life had been as dramatic …. an unplanned baby born to a teenager. Certain trips go anywhere.

From Ron at Reading for Fun:
A CAUTIONARY FOR OLD PEOPLE
The SS pension covered an unlimited monthly train pass. A bit for food plus what passengers left behind. Catsup and water equaled tomato soup. Since 2008 and retirement she and Ted lived like this. He was gone now but sometimes appeared in the window. He didn’t like tomato soup.
(279 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Climate Change
I can’t believe my luck, which is always bad. I booked this train trip six months ago after doing extensive research into the weather in the Canadian Rockies. It’s supposed to be beautiful at this time of year. But all I see out of the train window is fog. Damn climate change.
(276 characters)

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Last Journey
Nick planned to surprise his old mother whom he hadn’t met for a few years now , as work had kept him busy. He planned to cook his mother, her favorite meal and catch up on all that he had missed.
The deafening sound pierced his thoughts and then there was only darkness.
Lc: 272

From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
Natural Beauty!!
With such a beautiful girl seated in front of him… even nature’s scenic beauty outside the window seemed pale!!
This is going to be one long journey he sighed!!How do I ever look away from her was the only thought bugging him…
Character Count :230

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
Alex was super excited as he embarked on his first train journey in a foreign land. The lush green country side the snow capped mountains, caused his adrenaline to rush. He was soaked in the scenic beauty, when he heard a loud blast, and the train came to a screeching halt….
277 characters

From Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Enchanted Dream
Iris had never traveled by train.
She purchased a trip through the Rockies.
The mist beyond her window seat presented a fairy tale panorama.
Enchanted, she let go into this dream.
(179 characters)

From Deb at Twenty-Four:
The view outside the window failed to inspire confidence and as the train entered yet another tunnel he smothered a groan.
Stunning landscapes, plentiful sunshine and panoramic views … of mist.
Travel agents were in league with the devil.
(236 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Things
As the hypnotic movement of the train rocked her to sleep, Anne thought she saw something twitch inside the crack where the window blind fitted.
There were no survivors after the derailment to ask about the deep scratches like claw marks around all the window frames.
266 Characters

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Haunted Coast
Almost there. My new home by the sea. Watching the fog roll across the bay, I vowed I’d put the past behind me.  “You’re new in town?” The old man next to me smirked over his book. Haunted Coast: Maritime Ghost Stories. I shuddered. As I looked away, a shadow rippled in the mist.
(278 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
The Excursion
Everyday the same grind to work and back. If she lent against the window she could see him reading his paper. How she longed to sit with him.Daily he watched her reflection in the window praying their eyes would meet. He longed to sit next to her. Finally one day their eyes met.
(279 Characters)

From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:
Wanted Poster
The sweater sleeve reminded me of the poster in the train station, “Mother wanted for Child Abandonment.” It was the same pattern as on the woman in the poster. Curious, I leaned forward to see what she was reading. Headline “Mother Abandons Three Children.” Coincidence?

From Anurag at Jagshdilmein:
Young Guns
I had only a partial view of him, but it would have to do.
I aimed carefully, and fired.
And as I heard him cry out, my face lit up.
I imagined his newspaper turning red…with the colored water of my water-pistol. That’d teach Dad for scaring me with that toy snake yesterday.
277 characters

From D. Avery at ShiftNShake:
The Excursion
Engrossed with magazines and phones, indifferent to the thickening fog. Checking of phones as the ride grew long. Puzzled as phones stopped working. Fog thick and dark now, the train not slowing only hurtling endlessly along. No personnel. Someone tried the doors, to no avail.
(278 characters)

From tintins at Swerve Strikes Back:
Today’s paper held the caption, ‘missing’; my face center stage. I’d had the foresight to dye my hair. No longer blonde; it was now chestnut brown. No-one suspected. I was relieved as each station added welcome distance between us as I headed towards my freedom, away from him.

From blogsbyindhu at Always:
She painted her nails red. She dressed up in her favorite clothes. She has been waiting for this day for 7 long years. She looked at her ticket and in an hour’s time she will be on the train journey that will define her freedom.
Away she runs happily, from the ghosts of her past!
(279 characters)

WHEW! What a ride last week’s twittering tales were! Runaway trains and train crashes, monsters and things, homeless seniors, runaway mothers, children leaving the nest, star-crossed lovers, new-found love and ex-lovers on the run, demons, climate change, a child with a deadly temper, ghosts and living the dream. I must say this is one of the most diverse collections of tales yet! Bravo everyone!

This week, doors. Seven of them. Pick a door, pick any door and weave a tale about what lies behind one or all of them. I can’t wait to see what you all come up with. Hopefully, I’ll see you next week at the roundup. Remember to tag your post or leave a link in the comments so I know where to find you. Hmmm, behind door number 1, or 2 or 3? 🙂

The Doors – Twittering Tales #82 – 1 May 2018

 

Photo by qimono at Pixabay.com

 

The Scavenger Hunt
Pick a door
hope to score
a finder’s keep
or rubbish heap.

“There must be a clue within the clue…4 lines, 3 words per line. 4+3. 7. Or is it 4×3. 12. 1+2…3. That’s it!”

Liza turned knob #3 slowly. Locked! Frantically she tried each one as the lights dimmed.

“You lose!” He cackled.

(279 Characters)

~kat

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April 24, 2018

April 17, 2018 Twittering Tales #81 – 24 April 2018

By Kat Myrman

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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

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April 17, 2018

Twittering Tales #80 – 17 April 2018

By Kat Myrman

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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 #79 – The Roundup

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Photo by leoperezwildadventure at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

“Just around the bend,” Harvey told his passengers. “Ready your cameras. Don’t wanna miss ’em. These critters are fast.”
Appeasing the swampies had been a family tradition for centuries. It was a small price to pay…a few lone travelers that no one would miss, to save civilization.
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The tour group was told the river was full of amazing creatures.
Cameras were at the ready when ahead of them a giant squid rose from the murky depths.
So busy were they snapping images of the wonder before them, they failed to notice the tentacles encircling their boat.
(269 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Lazy Hazy Day
wispy clouds across
boats rise and fall on the lock
lazy hazy day
sea lay without a ripple
cupped my hands and drank water
drips falling from lips
ah, the sweet taste of heaven
cool and refreshing
rough winds shake the darling buds
more lovely and temperate
splashing with the waves
(272 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Gator River Adventure
“Keep your cameras ready, folks,” the guide said. “The gators love to put on a show.”
He noticed that two people were aiming their cameras up. “Folks, the gaters are in the water, not in the trees.”
Those were the last words heard as the pterodactyl swooped down onto the dinghy.
(277 characters)

From Radhika at RadhikasReflection:
The Prize Money
A wildlife magazine announced a challenge open to all, “A prize money of 1 million dollars for pictures of the monstrous creatures of the river”. A group of brave hearts accepted the challenge. How many made it through and collected the prize money is a wild guess!
Letter count :267

From Jannat at Jannat007:
Hellen: Oh see, there’s this family of swans.
Bob: We’re so lucky to get this view too early
Macadamian: Long neck, broad bill, webbed feet, all white plumage, and here it is.
Bob: Picture courtesy?
Macadamian: All because of my polaroid camera.
Bob: Well, I also have a share in it.
(279 characters)

From Martin at Martin Corcoran:
Millennial Park
‘And you say you cloned them from an old smart phone that was found embedded in amber? Are you mad? You’re no idea what you’ve unleashed. Oh my god they’re evolving, they’ve discovered instagram, I’m being tweeted alive. Aggggghhhhhh lol.’
239 Characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
Spirits Remember
“Same spot, same pics …. Can’t we do something different on our vacay?”
“I’ve heard that the spirits of those who die unnatural deaths hover around for ages.”
“Ohkk! You are still obsessed with your ex. How can the spirit help you now?”
“Spirits remember the tormentor.”
“Was that u?”
(280 characters)

From Deb at TwentyFour:
And here we have a photo of that endangered species known as the tourist. Never seen without their extra appendage they are known for getting lost, falling off items and talking nonsense.
The authorities suggest you approach with caution.
(237 characters)

From Joy at PoetryJoy: (a trio of tweets)
Few stopped to savour the glorious view spread out before them, or note the delightful sounds of wildlife in the dense vegetation, intent instead on clicking their cameras, thinking only of how they would share some stunning images on social media to impress their friends with.
(278 characters)

cameras poised and eyes peeled
they had no inkling of how their
canoe was sinking, letting in water
enough to pool and wet them well

they were so enchanted by the scenes
before them, and those to come, that they
ignored the feeling of soggy feet until, too
late, it became waist deep at least
(280 characters)

Bearded hipster Harry sat in the back with his face set and grim. He didn’t want to spoil their fun but he knew his situation was getting desperate. As the vessel keeled this way and that as they turned excitedly, he felt his stomach contents protesting with their every movement.
(280 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Down the River
Its my dream the Real Amazon Experience. 100’s miles of wild untouched waterway. Watch out for the piranhas Shane. We’re frontiersmen – a tough fearless team. Wait til I tell them back home.
A tank ? What do you mean a tank ? Like the one they used to film Titantic’ ?

From Ron at Read 4 Fun:
Not much money taking tourists upriver. They complained about the price but got a pity discount when they agreed to a crowded boat. Lots of expensive cameras. Cameras bring lots of money. The crocs would eat well. Next croc hunter tour would find fatter specimens.
(265 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Flash
The sudden rattle & flash from the tourist cameras disturbed the birds of paradise. They disappeared into the tree canopy in a blaze of colour. It also disturbed something else. Something that wasn’t frightened. Something that was angry. The guide took one look and jumped ship.

From Willow at WillowDot21:
The Annual Jolly
Yearly on their reunion jolly they hired a large rowboat with guide and went looking for the Zander. Last spotted in 2010 in the Teddinton area of the Thames. As usual the cunning Zander happily floated under the rowboat out of sight of their cameras. Preferring to be extinct.
(277 Characters)

From Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Sinking Boat
That’s my sister with the tour group. On her return I will be overwhelmed with photo sharing. This one picture tells its own story though. It’s an overcrowded boat with folks preoccupied with their cameras. What happens if the boat sinks, will they take underwater pictures then?
(280 characters)

From Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Monster Alert
We stood frozen as as we saw the monsters come towards us. If they saw us, we were toast.
But almost miraculously, they passed us by unsuspectingly.
We’d escaped discovery this time, but we knew our relief was temporary, no one was safe from these tourists for too long.
271 characters

From Kirst at KirstWrites:
Holiday Fail
Holiday of a lifetime indeed! I’m stuck at the back of the boat, her shoulder in the way of every photo I take. She’s flirting with the tour guide as well.
The tour guide reported that the missing women began fighting on boat trip, and both fell into piranha-infested river.
(275 characters)

From Leena at Soul Connection:
The Man with a Blue Cap
In Deep Forest Betwn Big Trees Explrng Wild Nature,Njyng Birds Chirps On Sml Boat Unaware Wht Fate Stored For Dem
Ahh,Busy Clckn n Knwng Secret Of Forest Wd Camera n Binaculars.U Al Need 2Turn Around n Peep Into My Mind Thru My Deep Gaze,Tht Mgt Hlp U Al Frm Ur Guide,Naah Ur Fate.
280 Characters

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
They chattered excitedly. The weekend was going to be a riot, except for one person.
His hallucinations were disturbing. The intense Moon wasn’t helping.
The beast was filled with hunger, wanted flesh. Wanted it now. He was turning and no one could stop it. It was finally free!
(278 characters)

I loved last week’s photograph. There were basically two prompt views. One veered off into horror, mythical monsters as well as some real beasts of the deep. The other type of story reeled us in slowly and steadily, until it was time to reveal a twist. And some were a combination of the two. They were all great fun!

On to this week’s photo prompt. I am really enjoying the beautiful scenic photos that I have found on Pixabay. Here’s another woodland, watery scene. And a boat. If you could call it that. What’s the story here? See you next week at the roundup!

Twittering Tale #80 – 17 April 2018

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Photo by Leirdal at Pixabay.com

“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)

~kat

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March 27, 2018

Twittering Tale #77 – 27 March 2017

By Kat Myrman

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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

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March 20, 2018

Twittering Tale #76 – 20 March 2017

By Kat Myrman


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 #75 – The Roundup

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Starting us off…

Yeah, yeah, I know I was supposed to get the princess to kiss me to break the curse, yadda, yadda, yadda. But, can I be honest? She was a real bitch. You know the type. High maintenance with a pitchy voice that sounded like a fly on a duck turd. Bein’ green ain’t so bad.
(271 Characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Frog and the Fly
“Ribbit,” croaked the frog on the ledge of the pond.
“Excuse me?” asked a large fly.
“Ribbit,” repeated the frog.
“You’re just a big, ugly, dumb frog,” said the fly.
The frog’s tongue suddenly shot out from its mouth and caught the fly.
“Mmm, mmm good” croaked the frog as he ate it.
(278 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Frog in the Well
It had taken tremendous effort to reach here. The kids were talking about some experiment, and formulating a strategy to catch him. He jumped back, fearing loss of freedom and life.
Another voice echoed in the depth,
“Frogs in the well… they have no interest in the world outside…”
(279 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Frogs Return
There were a few ways you could tell the season was changing; warmer weather and green plant shoots, but for me I knew spring was here when the loud croaking and pop splashing of the frogs in my pond started waking me up each morning.

From Sandi at Humble, but Humorous:
Unlikely Source
This is the Fountain of youth everyone speaks of?
Murky disgusting water? What now?
oh, there’s a sign, “Must catch the frog.”
And do what with it? Okay.
Wow, that sucker jumps HIGH!
Where did it go? Ew, it disappeared into the green murk.
Oh, mannnn.
248 characters

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Forlorn the frog sat by the pond wanting to contemplate his navel.
Forlorn the frog wondered what the fuss was all about.
Forlorn the frog wanted to be a man again.
Forlorn the frog knew he needed to improve his outlook.
Forlorn the frog tried, unsuccessfully, to break into a smile.
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From What If We All Cared:
Staying on task . . my strong point . . I am always checking various tangent options/looking into perpendicular trails. . my adventure is always way more fun . I learn and grow while off-task . . and eventually get all the on-task stuff done . . just with a “little” more flare!

From Joem18b at Does Writing Excuse Watching?:
Head Shot
take a good look, buddy. frogs are going extinct, in case you haven’t heard. why? nobody knows for sure but maybe it’s because there aren’t enough princesses around anymore. all due respect to meghan markle but her attire choices on Suits had me scratching my head the whole time.

From D. Avery at ShiftNShake:
Equanimity
granite ingrained; riveted
haunches launching; soon.
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From Elsie (aka Kiwinana) at Ramblings of a Writer:
The Frog
You are a lucky frog living in a well you have a quick get-a-way from the Kingfisher, no way would he go down that hole in the ground.
Living in a pond the Kingfisher would follow you through the water until you were caught or maybe get your back leg as you swam.
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From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Backwards
I used to be a polar bear but the Fundamentalists told me the theory of evolution was a lie and made me go back to being a frog. I’ll get my own back though—they don’t believe in climate change either. Ha ha!
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From Francine at Woman Walking Dog:
Frog’s Eye View
See me a common Frog and a Free Frogs Fighter ! Why ? I’ve heard rumours, awful stories from my frog friends. French Restaurants, frogs who disappeared. No frog knew why. I heard a rumour that…. our legs were eaten. Beyond imagining so I joined the FFF’s.
Our Mission : Ponds for All, Free From Fear !

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