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Twittering Tale #62 – 12 December 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. Wait….WHAT?! YES! You read that correctly. Recently, the sages at Twitter announced that they were doubling the character limit. So, of course, I am passing this gift on to you! 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 now have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tales. I can’t wait to see what you do this week.


Twittering Tale #61 – The Roundup

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Starting us off….

“Doctor in Rags”
I r’member first time I met Doc. He had this wild hair and raggedy clothes. My mom was real sick an we couldn’t afford no fancy doctor, but the neighbors said, “We’ll call Doc. He’ll fix her up.” He didn’t look like no doctor, but he did what they said. Mom called him her angel.
(280 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
The old bookshop was closing down. Odorless devices had replaced the familiar, much-loved smell of books. Sydney had bought these as a gift for Will Hobbs. Theirs was an all-of-a-kind family uptown, where hearts were strangely warmed by books, a few degrees towards the far north.
(280 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
He smuggled her book home in amongst many he cared little for.
She had promised him a good read. A few surprises even.
On page 61 he saw his name.
Arch-villain, a sleaze well and truly.
Hiding his embarrassment he went to dinner.
No news he said to his assembled family.
A quiet day.

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Swiss family Robinson traveled Far North on vacation. Visiting the “Maze” at The Monster of Hollows declared the eeriest place, was on their list. Braving their fears, they went on. “Called to Die”  read the spooky signage. Clutching the Holy Bible in his pocket, he prayed!
Letter count: 276

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Adelina needs a heart strangely warmed so she went to look for the doctor in rags in far north. Like going to the maze of all of a kind, it’s quite hard to find him. In the wilderness, as she put some flowers for the temple, she called to die.
(245 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Every month at this time, Kay carried an armload of books to Donna, who had been housebound since the accident. Donna’s only pleasure in life was reading the books Kay brought her each month, and she was so disappointed when Kay told her that her family would soon be moving away.
(280 characters)

From Anju Raj at My Life..My Thoughts..!:
Princess Adelina and The Moffats with Holy Bible left For The TempleThe Monster in the Hollows, the mean guard of The Maze at the Far North awoke. It ate The Middle Moffat. Little Colonel’s Chum, the Doctor in Rags tricked it by giving A Heart Strangely Warmed. Voyage resumed.
(279 Characters)

From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day:
So you want to take a journey, but can’t afford travel expenses?
This can be achieved without ever leaving your home or even getting dressed!
140 characters

From Di at Pensitivity101:
“Some are sequels”, Pam gaily announced. “They should keep you occupied while you’re laid up and off school”.
Gira looked up with dismay.
‘I am not auditioning for the Bookworm Reunion! This is classic Homework from Hell!’
‘Yeah, Teacher thought you’d see it that way.’
267 characters

From Bob at Bob Fairfield:
I will never understand how the boys in my school’s minds work. They don’t realise we do like a bit of courtesy some times. The least one could have done was to offer to carry my books for me.
193 Characters

From Lane at Lane Burke – Poet, Traveller, Person of Letters: (The prompt brought this poem to mind for Lane)
Something to touch:
The shell of a woman.
Brand new; shiny.
Who knows what waits beneath?

Paraphrased, coverless, her naked
Pages flutter open to passages caressed
Without reservation!

He, unmoved, skims the surface.
Then reaches for
The shell
Of a woman.

From Ron at Read for Fun:
Hobbes lived in a maze far north to avoid monsters living in the hollows. The middle Moffat in a family of Moffats, his heart was strangely warmed by books. Called to die, he left books to a doctor in rags. They were sold by the pound to buy clothes for the temple residents.
(275 characters)

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
In the ‘Far North” was ‘The Maze‘. The ‘All of a kind family‘, of the ‘Maffots‘, headed there, as they believed they were ‘Called to Die’, by the ‘Monster in the hollows’. Those who survived should head straight ‘For the Temple‘. So was the belief of ‘The Moffats‘.
265 characters

From Jannat at Be Happy:
Who knows about life and its unpredictability
Who knows what lies ahead
Who knows what life will bring
Who knows where life will take you
Who knows what it’s like to be dead
Every soul is bound to taste death but Hank experienced it too early in his life when he was called to die…
(278 characters)

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Head:
They call me Illuminated One, a title I eschew.
I exist For The Temple and Greater Mystery within.
My sanctum lies deep within The Maze, a place shrouded in heart’s longing and infinitesimal light.
Seek me Pilgrim, be not afraid.
My wings shall enfold you, regenerate and resurrect.
(279 characters)

From Ana at Timeless Classics: (A throwback to last week’s photo…)
Magnificent
I wonder
What any of these
Little creatures would do
If someone tied them
Into harness
Shoved a
Piece of iron
In their
Mouths
Whipped them till they
Ran while
Steering them by their heads
And made them stand
Stand
Stand
Beautifully
For the camera?

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Time was ticking, and I was getting no closer to unraveling the mystery of the pile of books dropped at my doorstep a few hours ago. The clues to finding the girl were in the books, and one hour left to unlock the code or she would die. Then inspiration hit.. she would live!
275 characters

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Charlotte and Dai were in the Maze. Quite why they were in the middle, and sofar North, she had no idea.
She was one of 5 daughters from the Lower East side of New York, from an ‘all of a kind family.’
“Be careful,” she called to Dai, “there may be a monster in the hollows!”
(277 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Panning for Gold
I was a doctor in town gained debts soon in rags so came here to pan for gold.
Full of hope ok in summer a heart strangely warmed by the sun in the sky
But winter here awful found nothing just a glint in a stream  – no gold no food a doctor in rags.
Bears in the wood hungry like me its no good –  gotta go North or be eaten.

From Leena at Soul Connection:
At Far North Btfl Adelina Frm The Swiss Fmly Used 2Read Lots Of Books As If She Was Searchng Ans In Novels For The Maze Of Prblms.Ngbr Al Of A Kind Fmly Rcmnded Doctor In Rags.1 Ngt they Heard Weird Sound.Mre Al Of A Kind Fmly Rushd 2wrds Her Hme N Saw The Monster In The Hollows.


I am so pleased that some of you went ALL IN and included several of the book titles in your tales. And then there were a few heartwarming tales about the girl carrying the books. Well done everyone!

This week…another interesting photo. You have 280 characters of course, but you don’t need to use them all. This one can be as few at a dozen or so. One word even. What is the message in this bottle? Possibilities are endless. Who sent it? Who was it meant for? Who found it?

Your challenge is to write a story about this rare beach find…or simply pen the message inside…or both. Have fun with this one. Take your time. You have a whole week until next week’s roundup. See you then!

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Photo from the Commons at Pixabay

The Message:

milk
bread
red wine
brussel sprouts
toilet paper
soap
peanut butter
eggs
coffee
sugar
toothpaste
floss
spaghetti
tomato sauce
cheese
soup
strawberries

~kat 🙂

(135 Characters)

 


Twittering Tale #55 – 24 October 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 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. 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! I know it can be a challenge squashing an entire tale into 140 characters (spaces and punctuation included), but it feels so good when you are able to make it work…just ask some of these awesome writers below. They’re expert Tweeters! 🙂

Twittering Tale #54 – The Roundup

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Photo by StockSnap @ Pixabay.com

My continuing tale from the previous week:
Part 2…
“It’s my Captain Midnight’s Secret Decoder Ring!”
“You dragged me here for a stupid kid’s ring?”
“I did.” He knelt on one knee, “marry me?”
(139 Characters)
(p.s. I can’t leave you hanging this week…she said yes.

From Reena at ReInventions:
“That’s interesting! The light blurs the view, rather than sharpen the focus.”
“It’s not just external light, but the filter you apply.”
(135 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Please, I’m begging you, you need to find me and get me out of this cold, damp, dark room before I lose my freakin’ mind. Get me outta here!
(140 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
It was her only source of comfort in the dank basement but it also showed her a view of an outside world she could never be a part of again.

From Di at Pensitivity101:
You have to see this view with a room.
The sunrise is awesome.
61 characters.

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Daylight brings belief.
Lost, alone, cold and miserable,
I look for succor from the suns rays
The darkness stays with me
Maybe soon?
Rescue?
Hope?

From Sandi at Flip Flops Every Day, a catch-up from the previous week and a picture from
From Week 53:
“Sorry, your newly built home is not yet ready.”
“So, where do we stay in the meantime?”
“Good news! We do have temporary housing available!”
(140 Characters)

From Week 54:
Blinded by accident
darkness will not prevail
In my mind’s eye, a window of light exists
Peering out, life beckons
Seeing everything so vividly

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Art waved a frantic halt to the bulldoze driver. He can’t believe he forgot! He felt around the window frame, the deposit box key secured.
(138 Characters)

From Willow at Willowdot21:
There is nothing like winter sun. It has no warmth to speak of.  Yet it has a crystal clear light that hides no secrets. It lifts your soul.
(140 Characters)

From Olga at Stuff and What If…
You told me to run for the old cabin.
It’s so dark and cold in here. Where are you?
Waiting is torture.
Wish I hadn’t lost my phone in the bog.
(140 Characters)

From Lorraine at In 25 Words, More or Less:
Dull dusty light.
A sneeze.
Tiring to stand; legs not answering.
Discombobulated. Frightened.
“Where am I?”
then gasp
“Who am I?”
125 Characters

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Part two of the story from last week:
They climbed up quickly.
I see her Dad! Just where we left her. Can we stay with Mum?
Forever! said Dad, quietly releasing the safety catch.
(139 characters)

From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
Too fat!
Too thin!
Too ugly!
Not-quite-right!
Urgh-poor!
Rapunzel stormed back to her sewing, fuming.
Mr Perfect had better be along now or ELSE!
140 characters

From Jan at Strange Goings on the Shed:
The forest dreams, brings together myth and magic.
We gaze across divide, yearning and regretting melding.
Seek it utters, dare to dream.
(135 characters)

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Y Maid Wipd Only Lower Wndw?
2day Her Lil Gal Cme 4wrk,May B Her Hnds Didnt Rchd Up
U Fgt Agnst Child Labor N Sadly U Made Sml Gal Wrk At Hme.

A room with a view…some of you took advantage of an opportunity to pen a part two to your tale from last week. Brava! I enjoyed learning the rest of the story! While others of you told brand new tales.

Sorry to anyone if you got confused by the Challenge number. I have a love-hate…mostly hate relationship with numbers. I have been known to drop numbers or do the old switcheroo with the order of numbers. Thankfully, Peter let me know early on so I could remedy my error straight away. At any rate, thanks for playing along just the same…even if it felt a bit deja vu-ish. 

This week as we get closer to Halloween and Harvestfests; nights growing darker and the veil growing thin, I found this creepy (or not…I’ll leave that to you) photo of three intrepid young people walking into a tunnel. Or maybe they’re walking out of the tunnel. Is it a game, a terror-ific trap? Are they being followed…or following someone. Hiding…or seeking? Or are they just having a bit of fun with echoes. I suspect there are a few or more possibilities with this photo, once again from pixabay.com by GuillermoEstrada. Tell me…what’s the story here?

And once again, have fun! It’s only 140 characters…you can do it! 🙂

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Photo by GuillermoEstrada at Pixabay.com

“Charly? Come on buddy!”
“Woof! Yelp!” Charly whizzed past, obviously terrorized.
“Charly!? Silly dog!”
“Not silly…LOOK!”
“What?”
“BATS!”
“AAH!”
(140 Characters)

~kat


Twittering Tale #51 – 26 September 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 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 #50 – The Roundup

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keywest3 at Pixabay

Starting us all off…here’s mine:
“We’ve been here before.”
“I can’t believe…which way did we go last time?”
“Right.”
“Left. We’ll go left.”
… …
“We’ve been here before…”
139 Characters

From Michael at Morpethroad;
There’s no less travelled road she bewailed
Says a lot about this place.
Goodtimes either way?
You take the high road?
I’ll take the low road.

From Reena at Reinventions:
“A fork is an illusion. We get bogged down with 2 paths, ignoring other options.”
“What makes you say so?”
“We ignore all spaces in between.”
(139 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
They were setting cryptic clues for a treasure hunt and decided this one was a ‘parting of the ways’.
101 characters

From Fandango at This, That and the Other:
Did you say to take the left or right path at the fork? I’m cold, the sun is setting, and it’s gonna start snowing again. Text me, dammit.
(138 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
Right or left?
Fight or flight?
Life’s never smooth sailing
Deal with it head-on
Let your hair down
Brain and perhaps brawn
Try not to get drown
(138 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Damn which path should I take! Why had I not brought my SatNav.  It was cold and getting dark. I could hear the wolves baying for my blood.

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
The signs are there to the pathway of glory. Clearly marked. Yet they all focus down the paths, left or right? If they would only look up…
(140 Characters)

From Vivian at Smell the Coffee:
They arrive exhausted at the fork.
Left! He shouted
Right! She answered
No, left!
Okay, right
NO! I mean my left -he cries
You’re Right! My Left!
140 characters

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:
two paths separated
two ways parted
two routes deviated
one road split  . . .
Robert’s brain is “frosted.”
(102 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
I came to the fork and I realised that this was my life at the present moment in time. Both led to the unknown but only one was my destiny.

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Rgt Or Lft.Ur Guess?
M Cnfsd.
My Guess Lft
Wish Ths Jrny Nvr Ends
She Looks At Him
C I Lost Way,U Too..V Met,Thr Mst B Rsn
She Smiles
He Kisses Her.

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflections:
He was at the crossroad. Should he heed to his heart’s call or listen to his mind’s voice. A tough decision to make.  Taking a deep breath, he made his decision.
Letter count: 138

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
Just around the corner, Mum!
When they got there, the giant’s body had disappeared.
Look Mum, look. You can see the impression on the ground!
(139 characters)

From Ray at A Simple, Village Undertaker:
Last night it snowed for the first time
Deciding which path to follow.
The least traveled does not appear to be an option
Decisions, decisions.
(140)

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Things are not what they seem in the woods tonight. Little Red is on the prowl:
Wolf where have you gone? Left or right?
I’ve haunted your dreams, whispered dread in your ears.
It’s time to meet, time to spar.
Time to EAT.

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Which Woodland Path to Choose?
Hansel speak to me  we gotta to choose a path
Quite so Gretel  which one? Not the Wicked Witch path
You’re so mean Hansel      dont care if she gets you
I’m off enjoy the forest on your own

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
Dense it looks as far as our eyes can see,don’t be feared by its enormity, for the minuscule details also matter.
113 characters.

Thank you to everyone who followed the muse to last week’s challenge. As I suspected, there were many ways to look at this fork in the path. Your entries were creative and fun, and some made me think…which I love to do. Some would say I think too much! 😉

This week with Autumn approaching here in the Northern Hemi, orchards are opening their fields to apple lovers who set out on foot to “pick their own”, and harvest festivals will soon be cropping up on country farms with rows and rows of pumpkins, fresh apple butter, kettle corn, petting zoos, hay rides, and cornfield mazes. This is my favorite time of year! I found this interesting photo at Pixabay by Nordseher. What is the story here? Is it an orchard owner offering a sample to a guest…or is it something more sinister? I’m sure you know the answer! Remember only 140 characters to tell your tale. Have fun! See you at next week’s harvest of tales…aka the roundup! 😉

Twittering Tale #51 – 26 September 2017

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Photo by Nordseher at Pixabay.com

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)

~kat