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.
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.
Starting us off:
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Nope! The sign says ‘Stay on the Trail’.”
“Awe, come on. I’m dying to see what’s past that ridge.”
“Well, you’re missing out. Hey (haha), if I’m not back in ten minutes call the ranger. Later, loser!”
“Hello…is this the Park Ranger?”
From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Tried not to giggle as them trendy eco-tourist hikers neared. Always making jokes about us locals. See how well they took a joke – Removed park ranger’s detour sign. Stay on the trail, alright, folks Right into that flooded creek bed. Laughson them — Hear them hollering already.
From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
He pushed through the undergrowth and peered at the sign.
Must be this way, he thought, his stomach rumbling.
He hurried along the trail, thinking about lunch waiting at the end of it.
The trouble with signposts is that everyone can read them. Including bears.
From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
“I’m not a color within the lines kind of a guy,” Don said. “You know, Frank, that rules are meant to be broken, right? It’ll be fine.”
“But it says to stay….”
Don interrupted Frank. “If you’re scared, you can stay here,” and he headed off of the trail.
He never saw the bear trap.
From Hayley at The Story Files:
I peered through the Halloween Maze’s boarder and saw the deep woods beyond. A small scream rose in the distance followed by laughter. I was so bored, this place was for babies. I wanted a real scare! Ignoring the sign, I forced my way out and I’m still regretting it to this day.
From Joem18b at Does Writing Excuse Watching:
as kids we took quicksand seriously. we lived on the edge of a swamp and in the movies bad guys were always being swallowed up. course we didn’t have many paths to stay on. turned out, though, it was a burnt-out hollow in a sawmill sawdust hill that claimed one of us.
From Michael at Morpethroad:
Lost. The wife on my case saying, “Told you to stay on the track.”
The lure of the gingerbread house was far too great.
The witches caught us and dispatched the wife.
So it wasn’t all bad.
As for me, I’m their slave, drudgery personified.
From Willow at WillowDot21:
Why would politeness make any difference. They never listen. They all go their own sweet way giving us the finger as they do.
We need to do something to keep them to the path. Those flowers are last of their kind, if they get trampled that’s it. How about. KEEP OUT MINES!
From Reena at ReInventions:
Daily advice from Mom – Don’t write on the walls. All I could think about was how I would adorn the walls with my art.
So many accidents have taken place at this spot, because the signage becomes a temptation to attempt the forbidden. The irresistible taste of the forbidden fruit…
From Elsie (aka Kiwinana) at Ramblings of a Writer:
Having walked for some time we came across a sign, wondering where we had gone wrong as there was no track ahead except for a drop of some twenty meters down a bank.
Wondering what that meant we turn round and walked back the way we had come.
Strange sign at the end of the trail.
From Isabel at Poetry, Fiction & Photography:
Please stay on the trail. There are things in those woods you don’t want to meet.
There was a young girl who wandered from the trail. All we found was her little red riding hood.
So please stay on the trail. The sign’s not there for the good of our health, but yours.
I wanted to roam, without any particular purpose to my journey, to ramble, indifferent to any particular objective, meander aimlessly about, but no. the straight and narrow police had got here before me.
From Jannat at Be Happy:
The awesome threesome went for day hiking. The park rangers instructed them to stay on the trails. But compelled by the habits, they went for shortcut and got into trouble.
From D.Avery at ShiftNShake:
They knew to go through this forest only in daylight, to stay on the trail, but fallen trees forced them off. Branches scratched them, grabbed them, held them; remembered stories stirred their fears. Night noises, screeches and rustlings, rose as darkness fell, hope sinking fast.
From Leena at Soul Connection:
(Conversation Order:- Chameleons, Caterpillars, Reptiles, Squirrels, Ants with King Of The Jungle On Serious Concern.)
Humans Wander Carrlessly
R Dey Rly Intlgnt?
Selfsh.Only Folow Rules In Der Territory
Yes,Yes,Ys.Dey Dnt Value Our Lyf
Ltz Plce Sgnboard Lyk Dem,May b Dey Start Wlkg On Trail n V Wl B Sfe
Well done everyone. I think after reading your tales I might be convinced to follow the rules…maybe. 😉 I do like a good adventure off the beaten path…but I digress. In honor of St. Paddy’s Day (my Irish roots come by way of my paternal Grandmother, Florence O’Malley), I found a nice photo of a little green fellow. Hee hee…well…he’s not exactly a leprechaun, but he could be a prince in disguise, or just an ordinary frog doing what ordinary frogs do…whatever that is. Do you know? I’m sure there’s a story in that, somewhere. Have fun! See you and next week’s roundup! 🙂
Beannachtaí na Féile Pádraig ort!
Twittering Tale #75 – 13 March 2018
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.