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Twittering Tales #85 – 22 May 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 #84 – The Roundup

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photo by malmanxg at unsplash

Starting us off:

Sylvia peered in the darkness. “Where am I? I know! I must’ve dozed off. Where is everybody? Hello?”
She found the exit door, pushing it open. WHOOSH!
“So bright! What is that? A UFO?!” She turned to rush back in. Too late. The door closed…CLICK!
“Sylvia! Wake up! Movie’s over.”
(278 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
The End
Shucks… the dreaded nightmare of an empty auditorium….
This is what he had feared all his life.
It was the funeral of a well-known politician, with only a few policemen impatiently looking at their watches. He had forged lucrative links with terrorists in his last unglorious years.
(280 characters)

From Deepa at  Sync with Deep:
Knifepoint
Jane’s eyes are glued to the screen.
Her boyfriend’s arm rubs her breast as he reaches for the nachos. She wiggles in her seat.
He emits a piercing cry. His pupils move from side to side signalling Jane.
Sitting at the back with a hooded top, Jane’s hubby gives a wicked smile 🙂 🙂 🙂
(278 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Rotten Tomatoes
“Are you sure this is the right theater?”
Stan looked at the tickets. “Yes, we’re in the right place.”
“Are we that early?”
“No, we’re right on time.”
“So where is everyone?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did this movie get decent reviews?”
“It got a 12 on Rotten Tomatoes.”
“That explains it all.”
(277 characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
Gallows Humour
In the final moments there was doubt. He steeled himself. Life had been a chore and Rachel wasn’t coming back. This wasn’t even a unique place to jump.
On the way down a tiny light came on: Exit.
Who would ever see such a thing unless in freefall?
‘Huh, that’s pretty fun…’

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Wake up Little Suzie.
This is how Suzie loved the cinema, quite clean and empty. No mess, no smells, no people. She’d hoovered and removed the leftovers and unmentionables! She settled in the comfy leather seat put her feet up and closed her eyes. It was better than going home no one here to hit her.
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
He was adorable in the dark.
His voice melted my every inhibition,
The touch of his hand was stimulating.
Who cared what the orchestra was playing.
I sat beside the love of my life.
Interval arrived and the lights came up.
There was my apple blossom transformed into Mr Crabapple.
(274 characters)

From D. Avery at ShiftNShake:
Showing
Traffic could be thick in this weather, getting around taking longer than usual. He would give her the benefit of the doubt.

And, actually, she had probably misunderstood the time, thought their date was for the next movie. Yes, that was it.
He would continue to wait.
276 Characters

From Masercot at Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes
For Sale:  Tickets to Waiting for Godot.  Orchestra seats.  Make offer.

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Sunrise
I embraced the dark, cold theater. Feeling secure despite many people nearby. Tampering down excitement, the pictures came to life, real but yet not real; moving and talking in full colour. Then, I saw the sun rise in all her glory for the first time in a hundred and twenty years.

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Fan
“I’m such a big fan of yours”
“Pleased to hear that. You want me to sign that?”
“Thank you. I loved you in The Seventh Seal”
“Nice to hear”
” If you don’t mind me asking, what’s it like being, Death?”
“Great. Flexible hours and good pension. Here’s my card, see me tomorrow.”
“Thanks!”
(279 characters)

From Deb at Twenty-Four:
He’d thought it would be cool – hiring the whole cinema out … but he was realising that things weren’t that fun when you were alone.
In silence he stared at the exit sign, it was the most interesting thing about this whole stupid escapade.
Maybe he’d head back to school.
(271 characters)

From Indhu at Always:
The First Separation
She sat alone in the theatre, thinking about the most magical day of her life. She could not recall a scene from the movie they saw, for she was too elated! It felt like a beautiful dream.
46 years back, he proposed her right in this row.
“It’s time for the funeral” said her son.
<279 characters>

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Dreams
My favourite place on earth, the Purple Velvet Cinema, palace of dreams. My favourite film Titanic. I’m Rose Dewitt, you’re Jack Dawson.
…” We shall be together for eternity Jack…Rose never let me go…”
Whoa  icy waves, deafening crash, I’m sinking…Get me out of here ! It’s a bad dream, a dreadful dream.. aaaaaaaah !

From Kirst at KirstWrites:
First date? And last! Such a weirdo!
Cinema was deserted except for us! I panicked when I saw those empty seats, and his creepy smile. Gave him a good kick you know where, then ran!
Weird cinema too. As I left I saw a string quartet arriving, and the usherette with some red roses.
(280 characters)


It’s amazing what an empty theatre will conjure up. Thanks to all who gave last week’s Twittering Tale challenge a go of it.

This week is about an old house on the waterfront. If its walls could talk, what tales would they tell you? Have fun weaving your 280 character (or less) tale inspired by this photo by Tama66 at Pixabay.com! See you next week at the roundup!

Twittering Tale #85 – 22 May 2018

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Photo by Tama66 at Pixabay.com.

Mistress Possessed

Her once pristine facade had faded in the brackish air, but the elements didn’t bother her. It was those vile humans she couldn’t abide. They were loud, destructive; pelting her walls with nails, stinking up her halls with smoke. This new hoard wouldn’t last long. They never did.
(280 Characters)

~kat


Twittering Tales #84 – 15 May 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.


First things first. We had a late entry from the previous week’s prompt, “The Doors”, from Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
The Rehearsal
Today’s rehearsal is for stage directions.
Romeo enter door 4, Juliet you through door 7 quick kiss exit door 1.
Mercutio enter door 5 call for Romeo, exit door 2.
Juliet poisoned collapse in front of door 2,  Romeo stabbed stagger & fall next to Juliet
Nurse & Mercutio enter door 3 & weep.
All clear now ? It’ll be fine on the night!


Twittering Tales #83 – The Roundup

 

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Photo by Fabio Santaniello Bruun at Unsplash.com

Starting us off…
Lost Soul
Madge got off the bus. She knew the way home on Elm St. but Elm St. was closed. The street sounds blared louder, louder.
The road crew noticed her pacing, repeating, “Elm St. Elm St.” and called police.
Poor Madge was escorted safely home, but she couldn’t recall how she got there.
280 Characters

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Working
Were they digging to the center of the earth? I didn’t know but I just wanted to sleep. The sounds of the drilling vibrated everything, so there was no way to block the noise out. I looked up hotels and moved out for the weekend. Peace at last!

 

From Michael at Morpethroad:
We’d picked the best place with our taste buds bubbling.
So much expectation, we knew our order.
But in front was our dream in ashes.
Smouldering before our eyes, the chicken, the beef, the special lamb.
We couldn’t believe our eyes, our stomachs cried.
We went next door to Maccas.
(277 characters)

 

From Reena at ReInventions:
Gratitude
“Hey! This little fella appears to be working hard with you.”
“We saved him once from a conflagration, and he’s been our ally since then.”
“I wish humans showed the same gratitude, as these four legged creatures do….”
(215 characters)

 

From Deepa at syncwithdeep:
The Stink
I stink
to clean your stink.
I collect your garbage,
and clean your shit.
I am covered with rashes,
And you are covered with robes.
while I wash your stink with water,
you bathe in luxury foam.
I drown in spirits,
to escape the stink.
to keep my family alive,
I clean your stink!
(280 Characters)

 

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Time For Some Dictation
Her text read, “You should stay in town tonight, honey. The power company has the street torn up and it’s so loud that you’ll never get any sleep tonight if you come home. Love you. See you tomorrow.”
He winked at his secretary. “Can you stay? I have some dick-tation for you.”
(276 characters)

From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
Oceans Two
The tunnel to the Premium Mobile Store at the corner was ready. They needed to deliver all the mobiles by daybreak…the payoff was good!!!
140 Characters

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Fighting Fire
Jim heaved himself through the manhole gasping for breath the fumes of toxic gas billowing around him. Heavy hands on his shoulders stopped him. Harvey.
“Back you go. The fire’s not out yet.”
With a grin Harvey slammed the manhole cover back in place and hurried back to Jim’s wife.
280 Characters

From Willow at WillowDot21:
Well it certainly wasn’t a sinkhole, it was incredibly deep. There was no explanation for this huge hole in the road. Suddenly the machinery stopped, silence engulfed them. Then the pounding started, strange lights shone like arcs into the sky.Tentacles appeared, and so it began.
(280 Characters )

 

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Trapped
“Its A Long tiring day.Wrkng since morning n now its dark.Dnt evn knw wht we are looking for.”
“Evry1 says they hear strange noise frm underneath.Nw do U See smthng dwn there?”
While evry1 searching below they failed to notice face appeared in smoke above thanking for freeing them.

From at The Dark Netizen:
FALL
“The poor man is mangled beyond recognition.”
“He was neither poor, nor needed recognition. He was mad is what he was.”
“You knew him?”
“Everyone did. That’s Mr. Icarus – mad inventor. He was testing his nuclear jetpack yesterday.”
“Must have flown too high to have fallen so deep.”
Character Count: 280

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Werewolf
Humid today, huh? Best time to work, moonlit night. Nobody around neither. Drill down to the gas main and…
You hear that?
Some drunk, is all. Man, this neighbourhood!
No. An animal. Kinda snarling.
Like a werewolf? Awooo!
Ok, c’mon. Hey – there in the steam, see?
It’s coming. Run!
(277 characters)

 

From Indhu at Always:
The Treasure
“It is been 2 hours since Dave went in. Should we send more men?” asked Dan.
“I am not sure what’s taking him long” said Ron.
Dave dug faster. He has to hurry up before someone finds out. He secured the treasure bag in a pit.
“Hello” said a voice with a gun pressed to his head.
<278 characters>

 

From Debbie at Twenty-Four:
The call had come late and consequently he was now standing on a dead end street in the middle of the night- tired, cold and hungry.
His boss had gone mental – this was going to inconvenience everyone.
John smiled, being home without water wasn’t his problem this time.
(267 characters)

 

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Ah, there you are Carruthers! What a marvellous idea it was of yours to build our new listening post below the existing embassy. Unfortunately our excavations have hit a bit of a snag. Seems there is a team of Russian builders already working down there on some project or other!
(279 characters)


Great Roundup this week! Once again, quite a variety of tales. Well done everyone, and thank you for participating. This week’s prompt photo is by malmanxg at unsplash. I think there might be a few good stories here in this dark theatre. Give it a try in 280 characters or less and I’ll see you at the Round-up next week!


Twittering Tales #84 – 15 May 2018

 

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Sylvia peered in the darkness. “Where am I? I know! I must’ve dozed off. Where is everybody? Hello?”

She found the exit door, pushing it open. WHOOSH!

“So bright! What is that? A UFO?!” She turned to rush back in. Too late. The door closed…CLICK!

“Sylvia! Wake up! Movie’s over.”

(278 Characters)


April 17, 2018 Twittering Tales #81 – 24 April 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 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


Twittering Tale #77 – 27 March 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. 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


Twittering Tale #76 – 20 March 2017


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.
(279 characters)

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.
(61 characters)

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.
261 Characters

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!
208 Characters

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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Photo by adege at Pixabay.com


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