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

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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:
Eruption
“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:
Priority
“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:
Rage
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:
Heaven!!
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:
Vision
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:
Narcissus
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.”
(276)

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:
TWILIGHT
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

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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)

~kat


Twittering Tale #83 – 8 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 #82 – The Roundup

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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:
Opinions
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
Life,
with its myriad surprises
Of late,
countless blessings
Today,
panic, doubt
burn in my belly.
Facing my challenge
I creep like a mouse
choosing door #4.
Stepping over the threshold
quickly,
the door closes behind me.
The past
is no more.
Today
just is.
Tomorrow’s light
shines forth.
(275characters)

From Masercot at More Potatoes:
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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

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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


Twittering Tales #82 – 1 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 #81 – The Roundup

Starting us off…

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.”
(276 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Unplanned
“Predetermined destinations take the charm off a journey.”
“You bought a ticket with a travel plan.”
“Certainly…..”
I watched helplessly as he flung himself into the valley. His entry in my life had been as dramatic …. an unplanned baby born to a teenager. Certain trips go anywhere.

From Ron at Reading for Fun:
A CAUTIONARY FOR OLD PEOPLE
The SS pension covered an unlimited monthly train pass. A bit for food plus what passengers left behind. Catsup and water equaled tomato soup. Since 2008 and retirement she and Ted lived like this. He was gone now but sometimes appeared in the window. He didn’t like tomato soup.
(279 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
Climate Change
I can’t believe my luck, which is always bad. I booked this train trip six months ago after doing extensive research into the weather in the Canadian Rockies. It’s supposed to be beautiful at this time of year. But all I see out of the train window is fog. Damn climate change.
(276 characters)

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflection:
The Last Journey
Nick planned to surprise his old mother whom he hadn’t met for a few years now , as work had kept him busy. He planned to cook his mother, her favorite meal and catch up on all that he had missed.
The deafening sound pierced his thoughts and then there was only darkness.
Lc: 272

From Team Wellness at World of Wellness:
Natural Beauty!!
With such a beautiful girl seated in front of him… even nature’s scenic beauty outside the window seemed pale!!
This is going to be one long journey he sighed!!How do I ever look away from her was the only thought bugging him…
Character Count :230

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
Alex was super excited as he embarked on his first train journey in a foreign land. The lush green country side the snow capped mountains, caused his adrenaline to rush. He was soaked in the scenic beauty, when he heard a loud blast, and the train came to a screeching halt….
277 characters

From Hélène at Willow Poetry:
Enchanted Dream
Iris had never traveled by train.
She purchased a trip through the Rockies.
The mist beyond her window seat presented a fairy tale panorama.
Enchanted, she let go into this dream.
(179 characters)

From Deb at Twenty-Four:
The view outside the window failed to inspire confidence and as the train entered yet another tunnel he smothered a groan.
Stunning landscapes, plentiful sunshine and panoramic views … of mist.
Travel agents were in league with the devil.
(236 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
Things
As the hypnotic movement of the train rocked her to sleep, Anne thought she saw something twitch inside the crack where the window blind fitted.
There were no survivors after the derailment to ask about the deep scratches like claw marks around all the window frames.
266 Characters

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
Haunted Coast
Almost there. My new home by the sea. Watching the fog roll across the bay, I vowed I’d put the past behind me.  “You’re new in town?” The old man next to me smirked over his book. Haunted Coast: Maritime Ghost Stories. I shuddered. As I looked away, a shadow rippled in the mist.
(278 characters)

From Willow at WillowDot21:
The Excursion
Everyday the same grind to work and back. If she lent against the window she could see him reading his paper. How she longed to sit with him.Daily he watched her reflection in the window praying their eyes would meet. He longed to sit next to her. Finally one day their eyes met.
(279 Characters)

From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:
Wanted Poster
The sweater sleeve reminded me of the poster in the train station, “Mother wanted for Child Abandonment.” It was the same pattern as on the woman in the poster. Curious, I leaned forward to see what she was reading. Headline “Mother Abandons Three Children.” Coincidence?

From Anurag at Jagshdilmein:
Young Guns
I had only a partial view of him, but it would have to do.
I aimed carefully, and fired.
And as I heard him cry out, my face lit up.
I imagined his newspaper turning red…with the colored water of my water-pistol. That’d teach Dad for scaring me with that toy snake yesterday.
277 characters

From D. Avery at ShiftNShake:
The Excursion
Engrossed with magazines and phones, indifferent to the thickening fog. Checking of phones as the ride grew long. Puzzled as phones stopped working. Fog thick and dark now, the train not slowing only hurtling endlessly along. No personnel. Someone tried the doors, to no avail.
(278 characters)

From tintins at Swerve Strikes Back:
Today’s paper held the caption, ‘missing’; my face center stage. I’d had the foresight to dye my hair. No longer blonde; it was now chestnut brown. No-one suspected. I was relieved as each station added welcome distance between us as I headed towards my freedom, away from him.

From blogsbyindhu at Always:
She painted her nails red. She dressed up in her favorite clothes. She has been waiting for this day for 7 long years. She looked at her ticket and in an hour’s time she will be on the train journey that will define her freedom.
Away she runs happily, from the ghosts of her past!
(279 characters)


WHEW! What a ride last week’s twittering tales were! Runaway trains and train crashes, monsters and things, homeless seniors, runaway mothers, children leaving the nest, star-crossed lovers, new-found love and ex-lovers on the run, demons, climate change, a child with a deadly temper, ghosts and living the dream. I must say this is one of the most diverse collections of tales yet! Bravo everyone!

This week, doors. Seven of them. Pick a door, pick any door and weave a tale about what lies behind one or all of them. I can’t wait to see what you all come up with. Hopefully, I’ll see you next week at the roundup. Remember to tag your post or leave a link in the comments so I know where to find you. Hmmm, behind door number 1, or 2 or 3? 🙂


The Doors – Twittering Tales #82 – 1 May 2018

 

Photo by qimono at Pixabay.com

 

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)

~kat


Twittering Tales #74 – “Please Stay on the Trail” – 6 March 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 #73 – The Round Up

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photo by MabelAmbe at Pixabay.com

Starting us off…

Paw Paw got tired o’ waitin’. He took to buildin’ his own wall. Make ‘merika great. Give ol’ Mr. Trump a head start. We never woulda guessed they’d of impeached the greatest president this country’s eva’ seen. But that’s what they done. Paw Paw pretty much gave up after that.
(277 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Frauds We Pull
“Boundaries with permeability baffle me. What was the intent behind it?”
“There is no intent, just imagination. It is an invitation to transgressors, minus the responsibility for consequences.”
“It holds good for all frauds – perpetrated on institutions – and/or the self.”
(271 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
The Footbridge
“That’s all that’s left?” Henry said to his brother Ben. “I knew it was a bad storm, but I didn’t think it would take almost the whole footbridge out.”

“I guess we better get started rebuilding it, huh?” Ben said.
“Nah,” said Henry. “We’re big enough we can just jump the stream.”
(278 characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
False Impressions
Townies thought the irrigation ditch was a river. Thought the old piece of cattle pen was a bridge. Thought Bellhope Boxster the Hereford bull was a cow…
155 characters

From John at BroadsidesDotMe:
My bridge, my dulcet bridge. This was my final civil project, submitted for my doctorate in Civil Engineering. It was described by my professor as the finest example he had ever seen of organic engineering and that I was clearly destined to work in as yet unexplored fields of engineering.


Twittering Tale #65 – 2 January 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 #64 – The Roundup

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Photo by WildOne at Pixabay’s Creative Commons

Starting us off…
Eight minutes was an eternity. Had he misread her feelings?
“If you love me, meet me at midnight at the cafe on the corner,” she smiled coyly.
“I’m such a fool,” he lamented.
As she breathed her last breath in a mangled heap of steel, only one regret haunted her. He was waiting.
(279 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:
I haven’t the time and there is no point in you asking.
But you have a watch, a very old watch.
All show I assure you.
Then why if it doesn’t work?
It’s my pretentious character, I like people to think I know what I’m doing.
And do you know what you are doing?
Watch me and weep.

From Reena at ReInventions:
“There is an old world charm about a guy who uses a pocket watch.” she smiled, looking into his eyes on their first date.
“Yes”, he responded, “I inherited it from my industrialist grandfather.”
It would be so easy to plant a tiny bomb there, raced her scheming, greedy mind.

From Lorraine at My Frilly Freudian Slip:
She and He: a love story of cosmic millennium proportions.
For, at the Singing Towers of Darillium*, a night lasts a mere 24 years.
But, here on Earth, she froze time at 12:08 am on New Year’s 2018 so their night will last forever.
(231 characters)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
I never liked wearing a watch on my wrist. I’m an active person and I tend to scratch or crack the crystal on wristwatches. And I find the straps or bands to be uncomfortable. So I was thrilled when I inherited my grandfather’s old pocket watch. Too bad it doesn’t keep good time.
(280 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
The watch looked familiar.
Peter picked it up and checked the backing. The engraving was still there.
‘Know the guy did ya, guv?’ the vendor asked.
‘He was my grandfather.’
‘Oh.’
Looking at the price tag Peter slumped his shoulders.
‘Grandfather eh? Go on, have it. Family’s family’.
277 characters

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
He was a total fool. The last to admit it, but admit it he did!
One wish, she’d said.
He asked for it.
No hesitation.
Stupid!
“I wish time could go backwards, so I could be young again.”
The wish was granted.
Sadly he hadn’t stipulated a cut off point, and being unborn was not nice!
(279 characters)

From Hanna at Warning the Stars:
She sat at the corner table, twirling extra vanilla into her coffee. Near the edge, where the wood met air, her midnight reads sat perched. Keats and Kerouac wedged between the bindings of pulp trash. Already she was imagining fleece and wine, the cat curling his warmth against her ankles.

From Willow at Willowdot21:
No one could remember how long the watch had been in the family. It was part of family life.
It was a beautiful specimen and as such it was always been well looked after.
Then one day it was just gone as inexplicably.
It appeared at it’s next household without warning, un-noticed.

From Jan at Strange Goings On in The Shed:
Illusionary paradox, object of my fervour, come to me.
You flee like water between my fingers, insubstantial dream.
Then, you are captured, held in ancient timepiece. 
Such sorrow I feel, empty in triumph. What are you? 
You exist in circles, symbol of one without end, eternal dream.
(280 characters)

Happy New Year Everyone, and thank you for taking the time to pen a twitter tale inspired by last week’s photo of an interesting timepiece. This week a puddle in the middle of a snowy road. Would you attempt to cross it?


Twittering Tale #65 – 2 January 2018

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Photo from Pixabay.com

“What have we got?” Lt. Jones asked the trooper.
“Witness says this puddle here swallowed a truck.”
“Hmmm, well there are no tracks on the other side,” Jones stated as he stepped into the puddle and disappeared.
“Oh no! Jones!” The trooper called dispatch. “We’re gonna need backup.”

~kat

(280 Characters)


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