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Twittering Tales #102 – Broken Barbies – 18 September 2018

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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.


Twitterting Tales #101 – The Roundup

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Starting us off:

The Best Kind of People
“They were the nicest people. Kept to themselves. Friendly enough. What do you suppose happened over there officer?”
“Why don’t you tell me ma’am.”
“Oh I have no idea. I could tell you stories now. But I don’t want to keep you.”
“Go ahead ma’am. I’ve got all night.”
~kat
(269 Characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
“Is there a pattern to the arrangement of titles?”
“That is my challenge tonight. Rearrange titles to let new stories emerge. They are waiting inside me for long, outside the pages of authors’ perspectives.”
“That’s just partial freedom. Why does one need prompts or challenges?”
(277 words)

By Deepa at Sync With Deep:
My Companion
‘You are going to miss out on a beautiful nature and life if you don’t travel,’ Ian said.
I smiled at him as I recollected the places I visited through my companion – my books.
(176 characters)

By Ron at Read4Fun:
Dad knew I was at the library and would be home by six. Ever since the neighborhood attacks, he has been a worry wart. I should have known he would come to pick me up. I shouldn’t have worn this shirt. Maybe he won’t see me before I get to the bathroom and wash off the tattoo.
<277 characters>

The Books
“So many books? You must love reading.”
Not really.
“Then why borrow so many?”
They are for my best friend.
“Oh! She loves reading?”
No. She can’t read.
“Ah! You teaching her?”
Nope. Reading to her.
“Young man, if you could teach her, that would help her more.”
I can’t. She’s blind….
Character Count: 278

By Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Maggie and Me
She went around the library and collected as many books as she could.
“Did you find the book you were looking for?”
“No”, she replied in negation.
“What next?”, I asked
Its time to write my own book, she announced.
A ‘best-selling author’ in making, I thought to myself!
(267 characters)

By Schwetha at Face the Music:
The Wonder
The indigenous men believed Mowgli was a cursed child. Despite being raised in the jungle-sleeping under the trees, swimming with the whales and climbing mountains, he yearned for an urban life. The city-bred humans were not considered to be the best kind of people on the move.

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
They’re Books
“Books,” he said. “At least two dozen. A variety. Fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, self-help, inspirational, male authors, female authors.”
“Okay,” she said. “May I ask what they’re for?”
“What do you think they’re for, young lady? They’re books. You read them.”
(276 characters)

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
The Weight of Knowledge
It was clear that they were dealing with a particularly sick minded killer.
To crush a librarian to death under a pile of her own books was horrific.
It would have been a kinder, quicker death if they’d used more hardbacks and fewer paperbacks.
[242 characters]

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Books – My World
Friends envied my collection of books which ran into thousands. Innumerable authors writing across various genres kept me busy all day long.
Books became my world since that fateful accident, that left me confined to bed for life. Maybe I was the Cursed child!
Letter count : 262

By Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
A New Name
I am afraid we can’t publish it under your real name.
Why?
Books by female authors in this genre rarely sell.
Joanne was a single parent, struggling to support her child. All she ever wanted was to publish her book
She choked back her tears and scribbled down a pen name-J K Rowling

By Willow at WillowDot21:
The snow had fallen for days now. The whole town was cut off. Those stuck in the library were warm and well entertained. Micheal was helping Gabriel search for his talc and Azriel. St Peter had told the Big Man it was a Code White. Satan was warming himself by the fire, happy.
(277 Characters)

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Stocking Up
September payday arrived, Kim had worked overtime to have enough money for her shopping spree. At the till, she watched the cashier cashing up everything.
‘That’s a lot of books!’ the cashier said, counting eighteen total.
‘It’s my winter stock pile,’ Kim replied, grinning.

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
I could always recognise her by the tattoo on her arm, a beautiful rose, and by her shiny black hair.
I always greeted her with a cheery “hello”.
I longed to see her face, but she always seemed to hide behind a pile of books.
I determined to peek behind those books.
I wish I hadn’t!
(279 characters)

By Deb at Twenty Four:
Few could comprehend it, fewer knew the truth.
She had strolled into the library and borrowed the maximum number of books allowed and in the dark of the night she had set them alight. Tears staining her face.
Was it a protest? A cry for help? A plea for justice?
No one knew.
(275 characters)

By Anurag at jagahdilmein:
The Disappointment
Harry saw the lone dog-eared book in his son’s hands, and said in a disappointed tone, “Albus, look at yourself, and look at Hermione & Ron’s daughter, Rose. She’s got such a huge stack of books from the library. Why can’t you learn from her and try stealing a few more books?”
277 characters.

By the Universal Unionist:
You ordered pizzas, I bought you books. You wanted spicy, fruity, cheesy, something to share, something hot, it’s all in this lot. You can keep them in the fridge, the oven or the pot, you’ll get a bit hungry, but your soul and your mind, will be nourished, a lot.

By hridrayanka at Incandescent Spirit:
Reader
A girl of eight sits next to me in the library that I visit every fortnight.
Yesterday, she whispered “What do you do, sitting idle?”
I said, “I read people and try finding their stories, by the books they read.”
“And what do you do sitting next to me all day?”
“I read you.”
~279 characters

By Indhu at Always:
Reminiscence
Raj helped her unload the books on the table. She looked at him and smiled. It was a mixture of blush and pride.
They chose each other’s favorite and slipped into different worlds.
“Happy 25th!” their son’s message flashed on phone.
“Re-living our first date night 😉” replied Raj.
<277 characters>

By Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
Books
“why are you hiding behind the books?”
“I have no face , no identity.”
“Why?”
” I dive into the pages, swim with the words and get into the skin of the characters. I lose myself”
“But you have to surface to reality.”
“That’s the toughest part. I loathe it.”
(252 characters)

Thank you to everyone who participated last week. I was impressed by the different takes on the prompt. Clearly we all have a love of words and books. Be sure to visit your fellow twitterers.

I almost decided to scratch the photo below. I had selected it before I prepared the links to your tales from last week. And I wondered as I revisited it…is this photo too weird? It is weird. And maybe a bit disturbing. So, against my own trepidation, I am going for it. No telling what stories you all may come up with. That’s the best part. The anticipation and the excitement I feel as I click on your link and read what you’ve written. It makes my week. Really. So go wild with it. Have fun. And I’ll see you at the Roundup! 🙂


Twittering Tales #102 – Broken Barbies – 18 September 2018

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Photo by Skitterphotos at Pexels.com

Smart Girls

“This is exactly how I found them Doctor. I don’t know what to think! Should I be worried that my sweet daughter has mangled her Barbie dolls?”
“Have you asked her?”
“I did. She told me she hated Barbie. Who hates Barbie?”
“Smart little girls, Mrs. Jones. I hope you’re listening.”

~kat

(278 Characters)


Twittering Tales #101 – 11 September 2018

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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 Tales #100 – The Roundup

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Photo by Lauris at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…a throwback to when we started this challenge…a 140 Character Tale:
100 Memory Lane
“We’re here. 100 Memory Ln.”
“Are you gonna knock on the door?”
“Nope, just wanted to see it again.”
“I’m knocking….”
“I wouldn’t…”
“Oh god!”
~kat

From  Michael at Morpethroad:
We stepped warily past number 100.
The stories were hair-raising.
Children disappeared, women screamed, bodies found under the kitchen floor.
It took fifty years to uncover the crimes.
By then all that remained were skeletons,
Victims forgotten, perpetrators dead, horror abounding.

(278 characters)

From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Jumanji
Hoping to finish the game, they ventured in the jungle in search of the number 100.
Anna and Andrew almost reached the spot twice, only to find “zeros”.
Suddenly Anna turned back and wiped the spot again. It was indeed 1!
“That makes it a 100- Game Over!“ rejoiced the duo in joy.
(280 characters)

From Deepa at Sync With Deep:
100
should I or should I not
my heart skips a beat
100 attempts later 
I finally submit my story
A 100 views
marks my history
The fear of rejection finally won over regret today.
(168 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Suspicious
There was something ominous about that number.
She was too young, then, and her mother refused to give any details later. They used to meet a man in jail, with 100 printed on his shirt. He looked suspiciously like the man in her late father’s portrait. But her Dad was a nobleman.

From Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Following in Grandfather’s Footsteps
This marked the spot just like it said in grandfather’s diary.
The 100 sign in the black brick wall gave no indication of a gateway but the Diary was the key.
He pressed the third brick down from the sign.
There was a loud click.
The doorway opened…
…into another world.
[265 characters]

From Willow at WillowDot21 – Bravo! Extra Kudo’s – 140 Characters!
Still

Still there, the monochrome plaque. The light from the air vent illuminating it.Stark against the black tiles. The old fear flooded my back.
(140 Characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Plaque
“I got you a plaque, Dad, to celebrate posting your 100th One-Word Challenge post four days from now.”
“That’s very thoughtful of you, son. May I see it?”
“Sure, follow me, but bring a screwdriver.”
Strange, but I followed my son outside.
“There it is, Dad, on that brick wall.”
(274 characters)

From James at Powered by Robots, a really nice story,  The Man at 100 Forrest Avenue that you can read HERE.

From Anthony at Dear Daughter:
Day 1!
100 days, they gave us 100 days to be with her. The days began to draw shorter and shorter as our time was drawing to an end. We hoped she’d be the one to outlast the time frame they have given, but having hope seemed like the only thing getting us through these gloomy days.
Day 1 of 100 and we lose another family member. All thats left are the memories.
Character Count (286)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering, a Limerick and 140 characters! Thanks Peter. 🙂
Kat is 100 it seems,
but younger by far in her dreams.
She’s really much brighter,
a hell of a writer,
and the smile on her face it just gleams!
(140 characters)

From Hélène at Willow Poetry, a very nice Story, Hat Collection, that you can read HERE.

From D. Avery at ShiftnShake:
100 bottles of beer on the wall, 100 bottles of beer- take one down, pass it around, how many bottles of beer on the wall? 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer…
Poor Bud. The walls were closing in, but the song played on. He did too, even when it stopped being fun.
279 Characters

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Win!
The world cup cricket finals..
99 n.o.
one run to win…. pin drop silence in the stadium,
last ball of the match,
hit up high,
straight to the fielder….. and dropped!!!!
Century and a win….  a deafening applause to the double bonanza!
Letter count :241 characters

From Indhu at Always:
The Home
She gleamed at the number on the wall. But, this would mean, more hard work. Her worry faded the minute she looked around her.
She has saved 100 children till date!
<165 characters>

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
Cell no. 100 houses the most dangerous and notorious prisoner. No one dares to cross his path..
Are you sure you would want to counsel him and talk to him regarding the biography ? “Inquired the Jailer”….
Character count 206

From Deb at Twenty Four:
The three men stood with their heads bowed, staring at the plaque, fear reflected in their eyes.
It was all that remained of her, her ashes were entombed behind this plaque.
Unfortunately they knew in their hearts that it wouldn’t hold her.
Expectation would be a silent killer.
(275 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files, 124 Characters…Bravo!
House Hundred shouldn’t exist, yet it seemed to. However, get closer and it vanishes, proving what a weird world we live in.

From Anurag at jagahdilmein:
The Inspirational Speech
“My brave warriors, we have finally found that villain’s address,
Make sure that you seal off all points of entry and egress
Let us swoop down upon his hideout in wave upon terrible wave,
And take back all the wealth that the rascal Alibaba stole from our amazing cave”
267 characters.

From Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
Rebuilding
It’s just a pile of 100-years-old rusty metal & crumbly concrete, Nan.
But, it belonged to my mother
Her voice trembled while her gnarly hands signed the papers
Don’t worry Mrs. Tim, after demolishing the house we’ll erect a modern structure and give you a luxury penthouse for free
280 Characters

From the UniversalUnionist:
With apologies to Lord Tennyson:
Toilets to the right of them
Toilets to the left of them
Volleyed and Thundered
Boldly they strode and well
To the blocked bowl of hell
Into the fearful smell
Someone had blundered
In hotel room 100

Thank you, thank you for joining me on this our centennial celebration. And special kudos to those of you who managed to tell your tale in 140 characters or LESS! Bravo. I had forgotten how difficult it was to tell a tale back when Twitter only allowed us 140 characters! There were also a few short stories inspired by the prompt photo. I’ve linked them in the round up.

This week I’m revisiting an old theme. Book titles! Pick one or several and tell the story behind the book title. Or tell the story about the person holding the books. Don’t worry, I have gotten the old 140 character thing out of my system. You have a full 280 Characters this week (twitter’s rules, not mine 😉) to tell your tale. I found this photo at the Tampa Bay Book Recycling website. See if you can recycle one of these titles. I’ll see you next week at the roundup!


Twittering Tale #101 – 11 September 2018

The Best Kind of People

“They were the nicest people. Kept to themselves. Friendly enough. What do you suppose happened over there officer?”

“Why don’t you tell me ma’am.”

“Oh I have no idea. I could tell you stories now. But I don’t want to keep you.”

“Go ahead ma’am. I’ve got all night.”

~kat

(269 Characters)


Twittering Tales #100 – 4 September 2018

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 #99 – The Roundup

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Prompt photo by Conquero at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

It was 8.3 on the Richter scale. The town had never experienced an earthquake. Fracking had rendered the bedrock unstable. Aftershocks sent herds of wild horses and other animals through the center of town. The worst was yet to come. No one would live to tell, when the dam broke. ~kat
(280 Characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
Hatching Plans
She will never know…
He had let the horses out to kick up a dust storm. They would return home in the evening.
But she will not know what happened beyond the horizon – and he will never return to the palace, where she waited with a conspiracy to kill him.
(253 characters)

By Deepa and Sync With Deep:
Waiting for Prince Charming
I see chords of silver lining in my dark hair adding wisdom to my age. I was particular about marrying the guy of my interests. Waiting for my prince charming on a white stallion for years now, I failed to realize the one sitting next to me since childhood craving for my love.
(277 words)

By The Dark Netizen:
Run
They could sense him coming.
His scythe ready to swing at closest innocent. His mere visage could freeze the very blood of humans. However, for the herd, the source of fear was not the rider. It was the hungry monstrosity he rode.
Just as he hungered for men, it craved foals.
Run!
Character Count: 280

By Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
Final Moments
Her once taut rippling muscles had slacked. The thick glossy mane had lost luster. She could no longer lithely trot down the meadow or forage for food.
Staring at her twitching muzzle & lifeless 16-hands-tall body, Betty sighed.
Putting Belle to sleep was a difficult decision.
276 Characters

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Stampede
“There’s only one way outta here. Get on that horse over there. I’ll open the gate, smack a few horses on their butts, and get ‘em all to run out of the corral. Then you ride up to the gate and I’ll hop on.”
“This better work, pal, or we’ll be hangin’ from them gallows at dawn.”
(278 characters)

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Prophesy!
The recurring dreams of the horses running berserk tormented Amanda.
Staring at the same picture in the papers along with a news item a few days later, sent jitters down her spine.
She recalled the gypsy woman’s prophecy at the carnival, “Visions of the future will haunt you”!
Letter count : 279

By Anthony at Dear Daughter:
Their Own Path
The walk through the woods was peaceful as it always was. Joe and I were walking our normal trail, reminiscing about our recent trip to the little league world series, when a family of wild horses came rumbling through the woods. An array of colors from white, black, brown, white & brown.
We were Speechless.
Character count (255)

By Willow at WillowDot21:
“All I said was let them out for a run” Satan mumbled. Michael was having none of it.Gabriel had been sent for time out by the big man. Azriel sat in the corner happily.
The heavenly herd had rampaged the earth leaving destruction in their wake. Satan just couldn’t see the problem.
(280 Characters)

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The Hunt
I really think I’ve cracked it now.
Even though I say so myself, the form of the horses is quite superb.
My painting is almost like a photograph.
I’m really pleased with the result!
It’s such a pity that I can’t paint human figures, or dogs, or saddles, reins, or stirrups.
Tally Ho!
(280 characters)

By Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Wild Hunt
The Wild Hunt begins,
The Signal is given,
Cernunnos emerges from shadows and moonlight,
Calls forth the Old Ones,

Those who are resplendent in glory and deep mystery.
Epona’s children race forth,

Their riders are hidden,
The horn is sounded,

The hounds are loosed,
The Horned One flies!
(277 characters)

By Amritha at Igniting Hope:
The Gift
I was obviously curious to open the neatly wrapped gift from my dear friend. It was a portrait of a herd of horses in haste, prehaps to safety or towards their goal in grace that is personified with horses. Whatever it maybe, my bedroom wall is adorned by this photo frame.
(273 characters)

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Through the Mist
Everything was hushed at 6 am as I hide in the forest, breathe held. Through the misty trees ran the wild horses with their coats of many colours, their hoofs pounding the earth, manes and tails flying in the wind. It was a beautiful sight and well worth the wait.

By Anurag at jagahdilmein:
Night Shift
I woke up to find them lazing around on their sorry asses. My BP went shooting up like Apollo-13. Did they expect ME to keep feeding them indefinitely?
“OUT!” I shouted, and they broke into a stampede. People might be scared of them, but I too was the mother of all night mares!
278 characters.

By Universal Unionist:
I know that your young colt is a stallion Darling, but he must do something about his body sweat.

By Deb at Twenty Four:
He was silent and still as he watched them rush past, a cloud of dust rising as they found the forest path. He knew tomorrow there would be questions, but tonight he didn’t care.
When he had heard the boss on the phone talking to the slaughterhouse, he had known what he would do.
(280 characters)

Thank you everyone for joining the challenge last week. Some of your tales were very moving, some inspirational…and some gave me a chuckle. Well done everyone.

This week…DRUMROLL PALEEEAZZZZE! This week is Twittering Tale Challenge #100!!! I can’t believe we have been doing these twitter-sized tales for 100 weeks! When we first began, twitter only allowed 140 characters. Remember those days? Talk about a challenge! Then the rules changed and several of you wondered if you could ever get used to more characters. But it didn’t take you long. Those extra 140 characters were a welcome change! Just for the fun of it, I challenge you to write a tale using 140 characters or less in honor of this, the 100th challenge. Or not. Don’t fret if you need more than 140 Characters. I’ll post all tales 140 – 280 characters if you choose to join us for this milestone!the main thing is to have fun! Today’s photo is by Lauris at Pixabay.com.

I am so grateful for you, for your creativity, for your cyber-friendship in this strange place where we spend time pressing words. See you at the Round Up next week. 🙂


Twittering Tale #100 – 4 September 2018

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Photo by Lauris at Pixabay.com

100 Memory Lane

“We’re here. 100 Memory Ln.”

“Are you gonna knock on the door?”

“Nope, just wanted to see it again.”

“I’m knocking….”

“I wouldn’t…”

“Oh god!”

~kat

Wondered if I could pull it off…140 Characters! 😊

 


Twittering Tale #99 – 28 August 2018

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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 Tales #98 – The Roundup

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Starting us off…

It seemed to be the perfect hiding place. The thief lowered the satchel of cash into the sewer drain. He would retrieve it later.
Then the rains came. Days of rain. The sewers overflowed into the streets.
When the thief returned for his booty, a group of detectives was waiting.
~kat
277 Characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
Who forgot to place the lid?
What will emerge now –  a deep secret, a can of worms, reverse flooding? It will be fodder to Peeping Toms and Idle Minds. Curiosity makes you a business target.
I guess it was a deliberate move. Some people feed on dirt, and make money out of it.
(274 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The Dot
The dot had been there a long time.
One time the council had redone the path which meant under protest from the locals the dot had been ripped up.
Strangely the next day the dot was back.
Was it alien?
Was it a sign from on high.
Either way, you got a right jolt if you stood on it.
(280 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
More Things That Go Bump in the Night
Marly watched as the drain cover opened. A man, or was it a woman emerged. The whatever it was did not seem happy. Cocking his head to one side Marly wagged his tail hoping that would endear him. Gabriel was not to be won over though. Satan’s laugh could be heard in the distance.
(280 characters)

From World of Wellness:
A Tale of 2 Cities
Susie hailing from Texas had just completed the worlds longest underground drain pipe exploration. She was thrilled to find herself in London.
She was upset that the media had ignored this adventure of hers. It is not often that a cockroach survives a transcontinental exploration!!
character count: 279

From Cara at Midnight Musings:
Cherry was horrified at the thought in her mind. If she put Myron out the airlock, she would be free forever of his threats. They were the only two living beings on the spacecraft; there was no jury to convict her.
“But I’d know, and living with it would drive me mad,” she mused.

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The Rose grower’s curse
I’ve got it again, I’m fed up!
What’s the matter now?
That horrible disease that spoiled all my roses last year is back again!
I thought you sprayed them, and cut back the worst affected.
I did, but just look. It’s on every rose and has even spread to the pavement.
Bloody black spot!
(279 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Hiding Place
Jack looked at the storm drain, at the narrow gap between the sidewalk and the street. He saw an orange glow, but there was no flickering, so Jack eliminated a sewer fire.
He walked over, squatted, and peered inside the gap. He was surprised to see Donald Trump hiding down there.
(279 characters)

From The Dark Netizen:
The Drain
He walked silently in the darkness.
Having memorized the location of the drain, he found it easily. Once the lights came back on, they would find him. He slipped the packet into the drain and quickly walked away. He was caught soon.
He would die, but the resistance would live on.
Character Count: 279

From Deepa at Sync With Deep:
Corporate Sewer
I’m dreaming of
a clear water stream,
greenery kissing the earth,
songs of birds in the fresh air,
a serene place to live.

concrete and steel
replaced the trees
corporate sewer line
covered the natural stream
noise of vehicles
ousted the song of birds
my lungs now, frantically looking
for fresh air!
(246 characters)

From Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
The Hiding Hole
The sewer was safe now, there were no more rats left there. But THEY didn’t know that, and so this was the safest place for him.
He opened the manhole cover, and got in.
Then, he started playing his pipe again, and as the kids followed him underground meekly, he shut the cover.
278 characters.

From Deb at Twenty Four:
He had set his chair on the sidewalk and waiting,
His patience was renown.
He watched as they passed by,
Consumed by thoughts of their own.
He hadn’t expected a long wait,
And his wasn’t disappointed.
She tripped and fell on the eve of the first day,
He filed the lawsuit when appointed.
(280 characters)

From Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs
The Secret Cult
After stepping on the asphalt, the hitchhiker quickly combed through the deserted area and paced down the sidewalk. On reaching the spot, he checked the contents in his satchel-vials of blood, a human skull, and some ancient manuscripts.
“Hail Satan!” A voice cried from the sewer
279 Characters

From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Inside the Tunnel
“Food reserves are adequate. There is a connection between these tunnels in case of emergency”, boomed the army chief as the rat army was ready for war. A deaf rat got caught in the enemy’s trap in lure of cheese.
“Oh I cannot move on without my grandfather”, rued little Stuart.
280 characters

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
GPS
What do you mean the GPS gave the wrong directions!
Look, those are the co-ordinates.
We’re in a sewer, and something’s touching my tentacles.
Just be thankful we didn’t go into a black hole.
We did. You should have checked the map beforehand.
There was no need.
Are we there yet?
No!
(277 characters)


Good ones this week everyone. As always, thank you so much for taking the time to tweet a tale. We are at week 99! Can you believe it? I surely can’t. That is a lot of tweeting…and a lot of tales told. Though I wouldn’t even presume to assume that, even combined, our tales could ever rival the twittering tales that come from a certain reality star gone political who shall remain nameless! haha!

I headed back to pixabay for this week’s photo by Conquero. It could be a dream or a nightmare. Or it could be a tale about a horse. You decide. I’ll see you at the roundup…yeehaw!


Twittering Tale #99 – 28 August 2018

 

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Prompt photo by Conquero at Pixabay.com

 

It was 8.3 on the Richter scale. The town had never experienced an earthquake. Fracking had rendered the bedrock unstable. Aftershocks sent herds of wild horses and other animals through the center of town. The worst was yet to come. No one would live to tell, when the dam broke.

~kat

(280 Characters)


Twittering Tale #98 – 21 August 2018

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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 Tales #97 – The Roundup

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Starting us off..

Celia couldn’t sleep. As she stepped into the night, an eerie hush hummed in the coolness.
Suddenly, a cat growled nearby, startling her, it’s back arched as it recoiled, hissing.
Then, in horror she noticed her hands, covered in fur.
“Damn full moon!” she howled. “Sorry, kitty.”
~kat
280 Characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
Writers’ Block
Be not proud, Sun and Moon! Artificial moons dot the night sky.
The writers’ block hits me at this point. How do I take it ahead?

I feel a shadow hovering over me, shifting shapes. I let her out of the balcony door, and write …
A troubled soul on moonless nights…
The story starts ….

(280 characters)

From Deepa at Sync with Deep:
Love in the Moonlight
they
kissed
under the full moon
on their anniversary
the hungry souls
could not bury their love
in the graves

From Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Dreams on Fire
As the reflection of the full moon glittered in her twinkling eyes, little Sara slept beneath her neatly tucked up blanket.
“Good night dear sun, my favourite cat, my doting humming birds!” she whispered.
Finally she thanked the moon in her sleep for lighting up her dreams.
(274 characters)

It seemed to be the perfect hiding place. The thief lowered the satchel of cash into the sewer drain. He would retrieve it later.

Then the rains came. Days of rain. The sewers overflowed into the streets.

When the thief returned for his booty, a group of detectives was waiting.

~kat

277 Characters


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