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Twittering Tales #112 – 27 November 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 #111 – The Roundup


By mh-grafik at pixabay.com

Starting us off…

How We Came to Be
The old well had dried up years ago, but that didn’t stop the stream of dreamers with pockets full of pennies from seeking it out. It was said, if your coin plopped instead of plunked when it hit bottom, your wish would come true. I made a wish one rainy day. My wish was you.
~kat ❤️
278 Characters

By Ron at Read4Fun:
To the Tunnels
My German mom and American dad brought me to the US at four. I grew up, graduated HS, and was drafted. Investigators determined I was an illegal alien. Discharged and living under Trumpocracy, I’ll expand the tunnel and wait, sanity will return to the USA.
(256 characters)

By the Dark Netizen:
Most of the water had gone.
The only path left, was to fight for whatever little water was left in the deep-sunk wells. And so started the third world war. Millions perished. However, it was not long before we had to unite once again.
The invaders from the wells, made it happen….
Character Count: 280

By Reena at ReInventions:
New Age
“I wonder how many coins lie at the bottom.”
“People don’t waste pennies anymore. They prefer playing games on Facebook, or take selfies they can manage with filters.”
“Oh, yeah …. And pennies give no information about the owner.”
(228 characters)

By Di at Pensitivity101:
Cyril closed his eyes and tossed in his coin.
The rumble nearly knocked him off his feet and the dot of light from below grew bigger until it was almost blinding.
‘What the hell did you do?’ his wife demanded.
Sheepishly he replied
‘I asked God to help me see the light.’
267 characters.

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
He was dangling head first at the rim of what seemed to be a bottomless well, held by the ankles by two thugs.
“This is what we do to guys who don’t pay on time,” the mobster said, motioning to the thugs, who let go of the man’s ankles. “I trust you will pay your debt promptly.”
(279 characters)

By Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
You Grow Old
I hated my job. A job I had held since I was eight years old. You grow old down there, they used to say. When I was a kid, I thought it meant it was an easy job. A job where I would die an old man. I didn’t know there was more than one way to grow old. The tunnelers knew though.
279 Characters

By Shweta at My Random Ramblings:
Holed Up
Earthlings used to worship me.
Over the years, worship morphed into exploitation and contamination.
I used to flow about in abundance, clear as the blue sky.
Now I’m reduced to hiding in the deepest, darkest pits to save myself.
I used to be called water,
Now they call me liquid gold.
(280 characters)

By Ramya at And Miles to Go Before I Sleep:
The Voice
It was a beautiful voice, calling out my name. Unable to resist, I followed the voice.
I was pulled out dead from the dried up well the next day.
Now, it my turn to be the beautiful voice from the well..
Wait, was that voice from the well or in my head?
Character Count – 250

By Michael at Morpethroad:
The old witch looked down the well and mused that it was a while since she’d been down it.
It was she knew a pitiless bottom and one which only brought disappointment.
It was time though she thought to be brave and venture down.
After all, it was her responsibility to keep it clean.

By Hayley at The Story Files:
Santa sighed and deeply regretted eating that second mince pie. He wiggled but felt  wedged against the sooty chimney wall.
‘Misty-Bell? Sparkle?’ he called, ‘I’m stuck!’
The elves giggled and white-gold glitter drifted downwards. The chimney expanded with a swoosh noise and Santa fell into the fireplace with a bang.

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Tunnel of Fear
Where does this ancient pipeline go? Some say it leads to another world with a population of evil bipeds who wage war on each other and other creatures.
If the legends are true, these so called humans had a lot to answer for.
Quick, let’s block it up before they come through.
[277 characters]

By Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Divine Sparks tumble from Heaven. Incandescent luminaries with destines unfolding. So far from home. So far from home.
The One sheds endless tears, into the Abyss do they fall. A place with no end. Deep is their loss. Where are their children? So far from home. So far from home.
(278 characters)

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Well Actually…
My legs are trembling and heart thumping wildly as I stand upon the well’s edge and look down into infinity.
But I’m out of excuses.
So I take a deep breath and let my body fall, cursing loudly at the idiots who came up with this idea of bungee jumping into an abandoned well.

By Neel at Neel Writes:
Her eyes welled up when she didn’t make it to her dream  B-school___that prized entry ticket to a glittering corporate career.
In a jiffy, her life  plunged to the depths of despair
Ultimately, she decided to call it quits and embraced the  village well.

By John at Broadsides:
You think this is a water well from which we draw aqua, the essence of life, but it is not. It is a missile silo from which erupts the fire and essence of death. Look deep for the missile has risen and your destiny is crossing the stars.

By Indhu at Always!:
The Prestige
Tourists flocked their small village to listen to the “Whispering well”. Villagers worshiped the Well, as tourism was their main livelihood.
The insomniac village head turned on his bed. Memory of pushing his little girl and her lover haunted him. All in the name of honor!
<272 characters>

By Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
Water War!
The year 2080.  Our blue planet has turned arid and grey. All life forms perishing across the globe with most sources of water having dried up.
Mr. Sen, now a frail nonagenarian, stood sadly by the well, recalling his prophecy of a Third world war, battling it out for “Water”!
Letter count : 277

By The IndieShe:
“She looked deep inside the well of her mind,the cobblered walls weathered by the turns of life.
All she could see was an endless dark abyss.
And then she spied a shadowed halo of light encircling the dark arid well.
And she smiled undaunted.”
(261 characters)

By Willow at WillowDot21:
Ding ding dell.
“Someone stop those bells. I can’t think straight. This well is so deep. Hey, Puss are you okay.I can’t see you.
Who pushed you was it that Tommy Thin guy, he’s a nasty bloke! Don’t worry I am absailing down as we speak. Got ya! Come on your safe now. My name? It is Jonny Stout.”
(279 Characters)

By Hélène at Willow Poetry:
The Well
Dad managed to get the well flowing again. Several days later we discovered all the people in the village that had mysteriously disappeared over the years. To the top of the well, they floated one after the other. Our water was contaminated.
247 characters

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Just what sort of beast built this tunnel?
The bricks were perfectly shaped pellets of dried shit, you could tell by some of the newly placed cubes.
He could only assume that the wombat population, hereabouts, had undergone a metamorphosis and were now the size of elephants!
(280 characters)

By Deb at Twenty Four:
He took his time inspecting the workmanship before turning to the young man who stood nervously awaiting his verdict.
“Well, it could have been better, but it will do.”
He hid his smile as the other beamed, aware that building an escape tunnel wasn’t a job for the faint-hearted.
(277 characters)

By Violet at Thru Voilet’s Lentz:
Crude cut stones
spiral end to end
down deep bored holes
tethering life, to
earth’s aqueous womb
93 characters

Thank you to everyone who joined the challenge last week. Some very interesting things happened at the bottom of that well. You all are so creative! This week I mashed up a few photos that I found on Pixabay. One by pasja1000 (Senior Couple) and the other by StockSnap (Children). My first thought for the theme this week is “Bucket List”, so that is what I’m calling it. You can launch your tale from the mashed up photo below, or if you choose write about the concept of a bucket list or someone’s bucket list…maybe your own.  Did they ever do or see the thing they dreamed of? Or did it remain forever on that list. Did they regret it or come to some other realization as a result of not realizing or finally realizing their goal? Anyhow, you get the picture. Have fun…in 280 characters or less…and I see you at the roundup!

Twittering Tales #112 – 27 November 2018 – The Bucket List


Second Chances
Tom and Sally had dreamed of walking those cobbled streets. Finally, they managed to make the long trip together. It was only possible though, after both their spouses had passed away. Tom knew he should have asked Sally to marry him when he had the chance all those years ago.
278 Characters

Twittering Tales #103 – 25 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.

Twitterting Tales #102 – The Roundup


Photo by Skitterphotos at Pexels.com

Starting us off..
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.”
(278 Characters)

By Michael from Morpethroad:
The kids are quiet today playing in the girl’s room with the neighbours.
I like these dreamy afternoons watching the game, undisturbed.
The quiet gets to me.
Investigating I find the room empty save for the pile of broken dolls.
One face looks horribly familiar.
It blinks at me.
(274 characters)

By Deepa at Sync with Deep:
Dragged hair, dressed and undressed, pinched her cheeks and poked tummy to make her cry and hurl her across the room.
The devilish dolls enjoyed their playtime with the mortal baby.
(151 characters)

By Willow at WillowDot21:
The Group.
“Is this a statement?” Asked dr Haldon, “has someone got a point to make. If so be big enough to put your name to it” The therapy group shifted uneasily. No one spoke there was no eye contact. “Speak up this is a good sign, own your feelings!” Silence, but a tiny glimmer of hope.
(280 Characters)

By Reena at ReInventions:
We are back from a less-than-exhilarating shopping stint. I fix up coffee to soothe our jagged nerves, and hear unusual sounds from the next room.
“This is the beginning of a plus-sized revolution.” Maggie smiles, “I am launching a new business, and this is a promo for the same.”
(279 characters)

By Amritha at Igniting Hope:
Location-Mattel factory
On Barbie’s birthday, Sara witnessed a terrible sight-numerous imperfect disassembled dolls,
“When you re-design them, a new Barbie would come to life. Its an art!” said the worker.
That day she learnt a lesson – to appreciate imperfections.
(275 characters)

By Piyali at Piyali’s Blogs:
Tears streamed down her face as she cut up the doll into pieces
She’d wasted her teens attaining those ridiculous proportions
No one has legs that go on forever, she realized
Unlike the plastic Barbie,she was made of flesh-n-bones
Thus, more real & beautiful with her delicious curves
280 Characters

By The Dark Netizen:
Mrinal tossed aside yet another barbie.
Mother noticed the new addition to the pile of broken barbies. She snarled.
“Again? This makes four.”
Mrinal huffed.
“Bad girl. No dinner for you.”
Mrinal bawled.
“No fair. Tina called me ugly.”
“Child, you have to stop using voodoo for revenge.”
Character Count: 280

By Kristian at Tales from the Mind of Kristian:
Murder in Toytown
As the police in Toy Town uncovered another mutilated body from under Ken’s patio, it became ever clearer he was a dangerous killer.
The chief turned to one of his men “Put out an APB for a tall brown-haired male, Caucasian, plastic, goes by the name of Kenneth Sean Carson.”
[274 Characters]

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
“Oh, baby, what happened to your Barbies?” Jenn’s mother asked when she saw all of her daughter’s dolls broken apart.
“I hate them!” Jenn yelled in anger.
“But I thought you loved your Barbies.”
“Look at them, Ma,” Jenn said. “They’re beautiful, but I don’t look anything like them.”
(280 characters)

By Amir at Bacchanalia:
Life in Plastic, it’s fantastic
On this day we remember the victims of Barbie Genocide Day. The day that Ugly Supremacists decapitated and dismembered the body of all elegant, slender people and the universe became excruciatingly ugly ever since.

By The Indie She:
Broken Barbies
She loved her Barbies with their blonde hair and flouncy dresses. The world was all pink and lovely.
As she stepped out into the wide world, all she saw was grey. The beauty was the beast and blessed with a ubiquitous plastic presence. Her Barbies were of yore were no more.
273 Characters

By Hayley at The Story Files:
To the Bullies
May stopped in her daughter’s bedroom doorway and asked, “why are you breaking all your dolls?’
Jenny looked up at her mum from the Barbie she was dismantling on the floor, ‘because, this is what I want to do to the bullies.’

By Melanie at Sparks from a Combustable Mind:
“Do you know the difference between male and female?!” The supervisor asked huffily. Ericka cringed. She hadn’t meant to put the Barbie heads on the Ken bodies and vice versa. And then for him to start dismantling them like that – it looked like “In Cold Blood”. Without the gore.

By Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
“What is THAT?” Dad asked about the various doll parts lying on the counter.
“Assembling my Woman’s Studies project: ‘deconstructing the feminine ideal’,” I replied
“Barbie is the feminine ideal?,” he asked.
“Yep, just look at Mom.” I answered. “Now who does she remind you of?”

By Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
Piglet, avert your eyes, what a terrible massacre.
Why Pooh, what’s happened?
Dr Frankenstein, that’s what happened. Wasn’t content with tampering with the laws of nature, now to sink this low.
Pooh, even he can’t revivify this relic. Where is he now?
In rehab, making little progress
(280 characters)

By The UniversalUnionist at Broadsides:
Had an accident at work? Been involved in a crash? Need a personal injury lawyer? Trip Crash or Fall, we’ll get you back on your feet, a fully professional service and we won’t charge you an arm and a leg.

By Anurag at Jagahdilmein:
Growing Up
“Mommy NOOOOOOOOO….” my daughter cried out as I gathered all her dolls and threw them into the bin.
I shouted at her angrily, “You’re 5 years old now, it’s high time you stopped playing with these stupid Barbies, and start practicing with Voodoo dolls like normal witches.”
277 Characters

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Smart Girls Part 2
I was not convinced by the doctor’s comments, so I asked for a second opinion.  A lovely lady offered her services pro bono.
“Don’t worry Mrs Jones,” she said. “Have you checked the liquor cabinet? I think all young girls lose their heads some times. She just got a little legless!”
(277 characters)

By Hridi at Inked Beliefs:
I was tired of people
telling me how Barbies are
flawless in their physique
defining every woman out there,
giving illogical beauty standards
only to increase insecurities among us.
So today, I collected
a dozen barbie dolls,
Breaking them apart into bits
until it satisfied me.
~278 characters

By Indhu at Always:
Journey Begins
“Join your Barbies, baby”, said Sara.
Little Naina looked in the direction of the sound and smiled. As she walked towards her toy basket, she bumped onto the chair.
“It’s okay. Turn left to get closer to your toy basket” said Sara as she helped her blind princess.
<264 characters>

Well, I don’t know what I was worried about. When presented with this weird photo prompt, you all hit it out of the park! Well done! I want to say welcome to several new tweeters this week. So glad you joined us. I hope you’ll be back! And to our regulars…yes, after over 100 challenges, you are now regulars if you’ve been around for more than a few tales…thank you for coming back again and again. As long as you do, I’ll keep doing what I do,..so…without further ado, I present to you today’s photo challenge by PDPhotos at Pixabay.com. This is (or at least was) a real thing/place/bizarre attraction. I’m not going to say too much. I don’t want to get in the way of your creativity with too many facts. I’ll fill you in at the roundup. At any rate. Tell me what you think happened here. In 280 characters or less, or 140 characters (old school Twitter) if you’re up for a challenge! No pressure. Have fun! I’ll see you at the roundup next week. Happy tweeting! 🙂

Twittering Tales 103 – 25 September 2018

Photo by PDPhotos @ Pixabay.com

The Shoe Tree

She lost her greening when lightning singed her, tip to root. But life still flickered in her core where tiny creatures nested and cicadas laid their eggs.

One day someone tossed his shoes over her bare limbs. More followed. She was useful again. Life has a way of surprising us.


279 Characters

Twittering Tale #99 – 28 August 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 #98 – The Roundup


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.
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:
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?
(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



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.


(280 Characters)

Twittering Tales #88 – 12 June 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 #87 – The Roundup


Photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

The Whistleblower
Charlie regretted joining the agency. At first the climate experiments were exciting, but they had taken it too far. He locked his office, drove past the security gate, pulling off the road to call the authorities. A super storm was brewing. He hoped it was not too late.
273 Characters

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
I Hades when he does that…
‘Found you!’
‘God this game’s rubbish…and rigged! I’m the perpetually anger Lord of the Underworld, surrounded at all times by a fiery cloud, and you can change form at will.’
‘Nevertheless, it’s my turn to hide.’

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
“I know it’s beautiful and breathtaking,” the ranger said, “but your family needs to evacuate this area. It’s just too dangerous. These things are unpredictable and if this eruption continues, the molten lava could reach this area quickly. Volcanoes are not to be trifled with.”
(278 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
“I’ve often wondered what the core of a volcano looks like. How does it feel to be carrying flames of angst for centuries?”
I guess it is too late, as the tongues are out to swallow us.”
“What could have instigated it?”
Writers and philosophers cannot save their own life….” Sigh

From Piyali at The ‘Write’ Stuff:
Staring calmly at the still waters, she took a deep agonizing breath. A storm was slowly brewing inside her. “It’s time to unleash what you’ve been suppressing for so long!” whispered her heart. Somewhere on the horizon, a cluster of clouds roared in a fiery rage.
265 characters

From Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith:
They Came
We heard tales of their arrival from Northern survivors. We didn’t believe. Who would? As survivors began coming from closer cities, we became scared. We fled. I turned to take the last image of our great city as they destroyed it. Furious, there was no food left for them.
273 characters

From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
He further inquired, God – Can you show me heaven??
He felt himself floating, detached from his physical body, and this is where he stood, mesmerized by what he saw and felt.
He heard some voices too, whispering softly…Honey…Honey…Wake up!!
Charactcter Count – 250

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Mr Lucifer here for your annual eye test  look at the letters on the screen read them to me
T  H  E     E  N  D    O  F
Goodness Mr Lucifer ! Now look at the circle on the screen   do you see more green or red ? That’s unusual,  no circle  just a flaming red  turbulent sky ? Lets look at the letters again
T  H  E       W   O  R  L  D     I  S      N  I  G  H

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The universe was displeased.
It burped, spitting out some time.
A year to prove the earth was worth something.
There was conflict, rubbish said some, hurry said others before its too late.
The universe watched and rumbled once more.
Sucked in a breath, said you’ve 364 days left.
(274 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
The god of the apocalypse bent down, intrigued by the fiery reflection in the still lake water. His beard brushed the mirror with a hiss, and the lake water dolphin-leapt joyfully, quenching the fire in the sky. Nature smiled.
“It’s not your time yet.”
250 Characters

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Storm Sea
The sky looked angry as the storm rolled in. I watched the clouds from my fishing boat and decided to return to the harbour. The choppy sea and pouring rain slowed me down but I made it back as the first rumble of thunder echoed.
I hurried from my boat on to the wooden dock and tied her up. Looking back, I saw a fork of lighting striking the top of a large wave. Flickers of electric current rode the water, zinging their way to shore. I got out of there, dashing for the shelter of home.

From Clara at Fragments of Fiction:
An Ending
In the end, there was only a flooded planet and dying star.
“It was good,” the sun sank towards the sea, her former inferno reduced to a flame in the clouds.
“Perfect,” the sea rose to meet her. She was doused and the sea froze.
Across the universe: a spark, a droplet, a beginning.
(280 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
More Trouble in Hell
The devil was angry! Who had opened the skylight and let junior loose with a storm. How many times did he have to repeat himself before it finally sank in. You could not let a demon under a millennium loose with a storm.
Now Nasargiel would have to be told. Oh! no thought Satan.
(279 Characters)

From Lorraine and Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Dr. Crescendo’s Mind Camera
Dr. Crescendo’s mind camera captured Celesta’s final thoughts.
Brain zaps of lightening, roiling clouds and calm expanse of silent water.
“Always a cypher, that one. Wonder what she meant,” he wondered.
Her ascending spirit whispered, “Thoughts of you, my dear doctor, of you.”

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Dyspeptic Rumblings
The Omniscient, Omnipresent and Occasionally Tetchy Cosmos was having digestive problems. The dinner party wasn’t going well due to terrible food. Star systems had vanished in the wake of dyspeptic ructions. Now, a fireball was nicely brewing, precipitating an apocalypse. Damn!
(279 characters)

From Debbie at Twenty Four:
He was silent as he stood on the rocks watching the storm which brewed on the horizon.
He really would have to tell her to watch her temper … at this rate it would rain for forty days and forty nights.
With a sigh he went to find his daughter.
(243 characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Haunted Coast Part VI
I’d ordered a supermarket delivery, to be left at the kitchen door. No sign of it. My stomach growled at the sight of empty cupboards. The village pub, I thought, served food. I locked the door, set off on the coast path under a flood of stormy sunset. Should be there by dark.
(277  characters)
(Read previous Parts beginning here: Haunted Coast: Twittering Tales #81 and work forward)

From The Dark Netizen:
She stood with her back against the red clouds, pure elegance.
He stared in amazement, ready to proclaim his feelings to her at the romantic waterfront. It was perfect. A little too perfect.
The meteors hidden in the clouds would end their moment, turning their kind extinct.
Character Count : 273

From Indhu at Always:
Sweet Dreams
He stood on the stage beaming with pride to have received the “Best Photographer Award” for his perfect click. He began his well-prepared succinct speech and there was a loud noise. BANG!
He woke up from his sleep.
“Best capture of the end of the world”, he laughed at the irony!
<277 characters>

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The Winner – with apologies to those of a nervous disposition
I warned him, I really did!
He should have foreseen the consequences.
He insisted it was all just innocent fun, and the competition was the talk of the town. He was sure to win.
I thought so too, because he sure passed a lot of gas.
He really shouldn’t have tried to light it though!
(279 characters)

From Patty at Namaste…a late entry for Twittering Tale #86 (open window shade):
Inside Out
You used to be inside of that shabby sheik white curtain, in bed, with me, dreaming our wake dreams, eyes shut tight opening ourselves to each other. Yet, there you go, walking by, as I turn from the window, toward the wall, where I can pretend you’re not a familiar stranger.

Thank you everyone for your thought-provoking and timely tales this week. There were several hellish references, volcanic eruptions, rage…the stuff of nightmares and apocalyptic forboding…and really bad weather and really bad, well…you know! haha!  I was away this past week. Thank you for your patience. I may not have responded to you as quickly, but I read each one, as I always do. I am always blown away by everyone’s creativity.

This week, I’m inviting you to dream. You may want to write the story of this  particular dreamcatcher by Free-Photos at Pixabay…how it came to be…or its own story of the dreams and nightmares that it has caught over the years…or just use it as inspiration to launch you into a creating your own dreamscape. Where do our dreams come from? Do they really tell us what our subconscious is thinking? Dream a little dream with me…;) And remember, you have only 280 characters to tell your tale. It’s a challenge, I know, but to help, see the link above for Character Count Online. You can type and tweak your tale right in the text box on this site. I’ll see you next week at the roundup. Sweet Dreams! 🙂

Twittering Tales #88 – 12 June 2018 – Dreamcatcher


Photo by Free-Photos at Pixabay

“Put it near your bed,” she told me. After months of nightmares I was willing to try anything.

For the first time I slept peacefully. Was it the dreamcatcher? I wondered. As I watched it sway in the breeze, I saw something drifting from its feathers. My nightmares fading to dust.

(279 Characters)


Twittering Tale #83 – 8 May 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 #82 – The Roundup


Photo by qimono at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

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)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
The Doors
Who’d a thought so many choices so many doors?
From bubbling lava pools to tropical forests, to dancing girls and boys, to vast sandy spaces.
The choice was ours, but we had one choice.
The loosely moraled joyously chose the dancers, the wise and stoic the sand.
No return no regrets.

From Reena at ReInventions:
What a make-or-break choice! The door I enter could suck me into a whirlpool, or take me to the destination of my dreams. I guess the clue lies in the reflections. I don’t see harm in seeking opinions.
(202 characters)

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The rules of the game were simple. State your single wish and you will be lead to that door.
Or open any door to explore what it holds. It could be something beyond your wildest dreams or there could be nothing at all. The choice is entirely yours!
Ted finally made up his mind!
Letter count : 279
What would you do, if you were in Ted’s place?

From Calm Kate at Aroused:
Door of Opportunity
Each door offered ‘a dream come true’ option – return to the past, propelled into the future, a space station on Mars, eternal life, visit my precious deceased father, straight to heaven, my dream beach/bush location. But once opened there was no return … now to make the choice!
280 character

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Easy Money
Harold looked across the highly polished wood floor and shook his head.
“I knew it was too good to be true,” he said to himself. “Easy money, great working conditions, steady work. That’s what they said.”
He glance at the newspaper ad in his hand. It read “Doorman Wanted.”
(275 characters)

From  Martin at Martin Corcoran:
It’s Off To Worse We Go
The seven dwarves made a fortune from their pay-per-view site ‘Watch Women Sleep,’ which, while sleazy, was a marked improvement on their original business idea: ‘High Hoes.’
175 Characters

From Debbie at Twenty-Four:
Jerry paused, retirement may have been driving him crazy, but now he had to wonder if this godsend was a new form of torture.
Looking down the hallway he stifled a groan, painting the dormitory doors had seemed ideal, until he realised how many there were.
(256 characters)

From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
The Doorway To
Many folks stood with their bag of misery, facing the doors. All were informed,that on opening the door they would either find pure bliss or someone Else’s bag of misery. They had to make a choice.
Folks simply walked away hugging their own bag of misery.
Char Count :255
Recollected from a Sufi Story read in an Osho Book. Happiness is a choice and a risk!!

From Hèléne at Willow Poetry:
Life’s Choices
Life’s Choices
with its myriad surprises
Of late,
countless blessings
panic, doubt
burn in my belly.
Facing my challenge
I creep like a mouse
choosing door #4.
Stepping over the threshold
the door closes behind me.
The past
is no more.
just is.
Tomorrow’s light
shines forth.

From Masercot at More Potatoes:
Behind the doors were a lady (his love), a tiger, a tiger-lady, a lady tiger, a tiger named “lady” and a lady made out of the parts of discarded tigers. “Shouldn’t these doors lead into separate rooms”, the man asked.
Behind the doors a tiger belches…

From TinTins at Swerve Strikes Back:
Each door had a small peephole into the past; each heartache encountered, each mistaken opportunity, each dream unachieved. It would have been easy to walk back through a closed door of familiarity. It took courage to step through the door wide open; the door unknown.

From The Dark Netizen a short story inspired by the photo prompt. You can read it here. It’s a good one.

From Ron at Read For Fun:
My staff will choose for me. Six doors of Death by (You’re Fired) #1 Rex, fired by Twitter. #2 Mike, fired for lying. #3 James, fired for disloyalty. #4 Anthony, fired for vulgarity. #5 Steve, fired for fashion sense. #6 Hicks, fired as hopeless. #7 I WIN the Nobel Peace Prize.
(279 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Now What Does That Remind Me Of
He told her to wait at the end of the hallway. There was nowhere to sit, no music no TV to watch no other candidates to stare at just a row of closed doors. She frowned as a word—Gladiator—jogged a memory. An instant later the doors flew open on a yelling sword-swirling horde.
277 Characters

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
To make sure that he always addressed his wives correctly their names began with the first two letters of their allotted day.
Morag, Tula, Wendy, Thelma, Francine, Sandra, and Susan all eagerly awaited his visits, or so he thought!
He just wished he could remember what day it was!
(280 characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Choose a Door
Make a choice. Any door. Your future is on the other side.
But how do I do know what’s behind them?
You don’t.
I might pick the wrong one!
There are no wrong doors. Only different challenges behind each one.
What if I fail?
Then you fail. But the real failure is not choosing a door.
(277 characters)

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Seven doors; six things that would kill me, only one that would free me. I had reached the final part in this biased life or death ‘game show’ which was a reality in my country. I choice the middle one. Grabbing the handle, I opened the door and faced my destiny.

From Willow at WillowDot21:
The Doors
Bother muttered Alice, enough already. Rabbits, Madhatters,and Walruses. How much more could her brain take?Just when she thought she was free she was presented with a multiple choice of doors. She opened the middle door.Too find a smiling Queen of Hearts with her axe raised!

From UniversalUnionist at BroadsidesDotMe:
“We have a stable”
“But look, there are plenty of rooms”
“They are reserved for important travellers”
“How do you know that I, my wife, or the baby she carries are not important?”
“You are covered in dust, you smell of sweat and donkey”
“So there are no rooms at this inn?”
“Only a stable”

From Jan at Strange Goings On in the Shed:
“Choose two doors, but be very sure of your decision.” His voice was soft.
She felt it cut her soul, quick, with no hesitation.
“One leads to immortality, the other to total annihilation, as if you never existed.” He sighed.
Memory and Forgetfulness. What a choice!
Azrael smiled.
(279 characters)

From Indhu at Always:
The Hostel
The floor was empty and all rooms were closed.
“What’s wrong! Hello” shouted Dia.
She opened her room and sat on the bed. There was blood everywhere. Dia ran to the door, when a hand from under the bed held her leg.
She screamed!
“Surprise” said Rita sprawling out of the bed.
<272 characters>

This week’s tales made me think, laugh out loud, gave me a fright and elicited fond memories of familiar stories retold. What a great roundup! Thanks to everyone who participated this week. Such a creative bunch you are!

This week, a night scene; the underbelly of a city being worked on by a duo of night shift workers. What lies below? What do the people who live nearby think of all the lights, smoke, steam, and noise? What conversations are the workers engaged in? What is happening behind the storefronts and apartment windows. So many possibilities with this photo by Fabio Santaniello Bruun at Unsplash.com. I hope you’ll simmer on it a while and tell us what you see. As always, remember the 280 character rule. I’ll see you at next week’s Roundup!

Twittering Tale #83 – 8 May 2018


Photo by Fabio Santaniello Bruun at Unsplash.com

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

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