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May 1, 2018

Twittering Tales #82 – 1 May 2018

By Kat Myrman

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

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March 6, 2018

Twittering Tales #74 – “Please Stay on the Trail” – 6 March 2018

By Kat Myrman

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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.

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January 2, 2018

Twittering Tale #65 – 2 January 2018

By Kat Myrman

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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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December 26, 2017

Twittering Tale #64 – 26 December 2017

By Kat Myrman

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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 #63 – The Roundup

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Starting us off…

From the inside, looking
out, there is nothing but
darkness, but from the
outside looking in, there
is a golden flush of
flickering light dancing
on the walls of a place
someone calls home.
(188 Characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
The other moths treated Gary like a pariah.
‘Why don’t you fly towards the light ‘Gary’? Illumination not good enough?’
He often wondered whether they’d ascended to the Promised Land, or ended their days concussed and in flames.
When asked what he believed in Gary replied:
Martin’s favourite jumper…

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
We called it “the hole” because the only opening to the outside world was the rectangular window high above us. A bright light was always shining, blinding us to whatever might be peering down upon us. Jason had gone mad after about a week and I was sure to follow suit shortly.
(279 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:
Follow the light they said.
Sure, she replied.
Anyone got a step ladder?
Follow the light!
I’m trying to! A stool then?
Follow the light.
I would if I could get there!
Follow the light.
Oh sod it, turn the damn thing off.
213 characters.

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila Blog:
The light of a candle in darkness
Stars and moon seem to be absent
In the stillness of the night
I am waiting for you
You’ll come back, you said
When the nights are long
Still I’m here
Patiently
Waiting
Hope*
(198 characters)

From Riya at Aestheticgraphy:
She felt locked, void, empty
Pretentious were her words
Fake was her attitude
She felt caged, in her own being
But one day, a light will come.
Knocking at the door, she will meet with her fate.
And get answers for all the unsolved mysteries in life.
Characters: 244

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Its become a ritual each night to light the candle in the hope you find your way home.
I miss you but cling to the dream you’ll come back.
I know you are out there and we get lost from time to time.
Until I hear otherwise, I’ll keep your flame alight.

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflections:
Somber feelings define the mood
as a blanket of darkness descends
on the melancholic heart.
The vision eclipsed,
until a tiny flame ignited
from within ruminates.
Solitude and reflection
illuminates the soul
dispelling the obscurity
melting away the gloom!
Lc : 254 letters

From Lane at Lane Burke-poet, traveller, person of letters:
Night so quiet I can hear moonlight. In the distance: truck on gravel. GET OUT. A scrape of feet and knees. Door slams. Stones flung like sea spray as tires press down to find their grip. A cry like foxes carries her footsteps as she tries to run. They thought they were alone.

From Deepika at Deepika’s Ramblings:
“When confessions of the mind happen, under duress, and you are surrounded by darkness, &  feel totally lost – delve deep within to find that tiny spark to dispel the darkness, and enlighten your path, to show you the way to emerge from the shackles of constraints and obstacles”.
278 characters

From Reena at ReInventions:
“These are the two forces that make the world what it is.”
“I just see a lamp there,” I say in exasperation.
“I see darkness and light in combat, but both retaining their identity. They owe their existence to each other, and hence, do not destroy the other completely.”
(267 characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
Each night, as the sun began to sink below the horizon, she climbed to the half landing, placing a candle in the window. Striking a match, to light the wick, reminded her of striking the killer blow. As she descended the stairs she stroked the panel behind which he was entombed!
(279 characters)

From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
She lives in darkness, only barest candlelight glistening against snowfall of her fears.
Her raven’s hair redolent of cloves, dried biting orange peel and cinnamon.
For ornamentation, bright ear-baubles, and circlet.
Her fey gifts of healing called witchery by some.*
(268 characters)

Another great round of tales based on the candle in the window. This week, a time piece. As we near the end of 2017, are there things left undone or unsaid in your life. Will you be marking the new year with a clean slate or is it just another day…a continuation of the ticking of time. Eventually, the clock will stop for us all. But what will you do with the moments you have left. Or maybe this is an heirloom or an artifact; a rare glimpse into the life of a person from the past. Or it could be a jump start of a new day…8 minutes and counting, no time to waste. I’ll leave the details to you my friends. I hope you had a lovely holiday if you celebrate. 2018 is coming for all of us. Let us hope it is a good year. Peace.

Twittering Tale #64 – 26 December 2017

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Photo by WildOne at Pixabay’s Creative Commons

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.

~kat

(279 Characters)

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December 19, 2017

Twittering Tale #63 – 19 December 2017

By Kat Myrman

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. Wait….WHAT?! YES! You read that correctly. Recently, the sages at Twitter announced that they were doubling the character limit. So, of course, I am passing this gift on to you! 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 now have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tales. I can’t wait to see what you do this week.

Twittering Tale #62 – The Roundup

Photo from the Commons at Pixabay

Start us off…

The Message:
milk
bread
red wine
brussel sprouts
toilet paper
soap
peanut butter
eggs
coffee
sugar
toothpaste
floss
spaghetti
tomato sauce
cheese
soup
strawberries

From Michael at Morpethroad:
Washed clean after years at sea, the bottle and message remain a mystery as it can’t be opened.
Speculation is rife. What if someone is desperate? What if its the map to secret treasure?
All we know is the bottle was made in 1735.
Its historical significance outweighs its contents.
(280 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:
Too lazy to break the bottle and release the djinn?
No wonder jellyfish have survived without brains. They do not create Frankensteins.
(135 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
I meander in my thought
Message I hope he finds
To my secret love
Things got to be released
Emotion I come to stir
Answering all the whys
Waiting for something to happen
Don’t make me stop
Perhaps one day we’ll be together
Seize the day or carpe diem
(242 characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan:
…Terribly sorry to impose upon you old chap, but might I beg a brief audience to articulate the pickle in which I find myself. Time is short (as is paper) so allow me to harness the power of brevity and proceed forthwith to the kernel of my concern. I am stranded on a des…
[END OF MESSAGE]
277 Characters

From Di at Pensitivity101:
“To Whoever is reading this:
My name is Bryan Harley and I’m on holiday in Spain.
The date is June 20th 2004, so sorry, no hidden treasure.”
‘Hey! Bryan! You’re never going to believe this………………’
204 characters

From Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Flashback to lady of delight.
Once upon a daydream, she was the shape of my heart.
Left a message in a bottle: “Be my girl”.
Why don’t you answer?
Whispering voices, voices in my head.
Made me the madman running through the fields.
Now, every breath you take, I’ll be watching you.
(280)

From Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
We couldn’t believe it when we saw the bottle in the sand just beyond the reach of the surf. She dared me to open it up and read the message and I quickly obliged. We both laughed when I unfolded the message and read it aloud. It read, “NICKEL BOTTLE DEPOSIT OVERDUE.”
(268 characters)

From  D. Avery at ShiftnShake:
Cliché Clipper
She felt her ship had come in. She wondered at such fortune, finding a love to treasure, their fates cast together.
Their lives did not follow the course she had mapped, but she kept her disappointment corked. Her ship did not sail, but ran aground in a bottle.

From Hayley at The Story Files:
Dear Santa,
I’ve been really good this year. Please can I have the pink sparkly ponies play set, Girl’s Adventure books, Craft making box and a ton of chocolate!
Also, if you can make it snow that’d be great.
Love, Megan.

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
The bottle, once thrown out
To the far edges of the ocean
Now came bound on the lone sands
All hopes to be found, totally lost

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
Suzy was so excited when she launched her “message in a bottle” project for school. She spent days on the beach, looking out into the horizon, wondering where her bottle went and what country she’d hear back from. Imagine her dismay when she looked down at her feet 2 weeks later.
280 Characters

From Francine at Woman Walking Dog:
STRANDED
I signed up to be a sole castaway on this island. Tropical, nice.
My agent said: pick up after 7 days. It’s 2 weeks now – toe rags!
How dare they? I’m scared of spiders. Got this bottle, pen, paper
Here’s my story
       Help me
       Eating insects
       Wheres my fee
       I want to go home

From Jan at Strange Goings on in the Shed:
Dear love, feel my heartbeat
Brush your fingers across my lips
Whisper words of unbridled love
Come to me bare of all fear and insecurity
Feel my heartbeat
For I would walk across the oceans
To find you and only you
I speak your name, will you answer me?
I am your Soul, I am your Heart.
(279 characters)

From Anju at My Life..My Thoughts:
The message read,
“Hey! You, the most wonderful person on earth to find me!
Please do me 2 favours.
   i)Do at least 1 good deed per day.
   ii)When you are ready to do (i) throw me back to water!”
Immediately she packed it in the bottle and threw it into the ocean.
(261 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The last thing she needed, another bloody message in a bottle!
She’d come to this deserted island to finish her novel and it appeared to be on a major message in a bottle route. This was the 17th so far!
However, this one may perhaps prove useful, it was from a stranded publisher!
(280 characters)

From Jannat at Be Happy:
Totally alone and depressed, Jay walked along the beach; here she finds tranquillity and peace.
While walking she discovered a bottle with a letter which says, ‘You’re allowed to scream and cry but do not give up.’ She sticks to what it says and it completely changes her life.
(278 characters)

From Leena at Soul Connection:
Hey Look Wht I Found
Wooo Message Bottle.Open It Quickly
UNBELIEVABLE
What
I Had Thrown This Bottle Couple Of Years Back From Another Country.
And Your Msg?
Fulfill Every Wish Of D Reader
And Your Wish
To Meet True Love Of My Life
I LOVE YOU.. (He Kneels Down And Proposes Her With A Ring)

Wonderful Tales this week! For this week, a photograph I took of the candle in the window of the curved stairwell of my century-old home. It’s a favorite roost of my cats by day. There is an old tree just outside in my neighbor’s yard that is often teeming with squirrels and birds. It is a lovely tradition to have a candle in the window. Where I live, people have candles in their windows year-round. Not just during the holidays. But whatever the tradition, there is something about a candle in the darkness. There is always a story to be told. I’m looking forward to reading your tales. It is the perfect way, I think, to pass the time over a cup of tea on a long mid-winter night. Happy Yule.

 Twittering Tale #63 – 19 December 2017

Photo by Kat Myrman

From the inside, looking
out, there is nothing but
darkness, but from the
outside looking in, there
is a golden flush of
flickering light dancing
on the walls of a place
someone calls home.

~kat

(188 Characters)

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