Twittering Tales # 147 – 30 July 2019

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Photo by enriquelopezgarre at Pixabay.com

Group Think

The long weekend holidays were here so they took half day off from work. They thought they set off early enough to beat the holiday crowd.

They thought wrong.

The beach was packed when they reached.

Everyone else had the same idea too.

Humankind was not any different from sardines.

(280 characters)


A long weekend holiday is coming up soon in my country. There is a very good reason why I always stay at home and hibernate instead of going out. The thought of the crowds scares me.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

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. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

Prompt: Twittering Tales # 147 – 30 July 2019

100 Word Wednesday: Week 130

Image by Bikurgurl

Crabby Fate

They were disoriented.

First, they were walking sideways from one end to the other on the beach, terrorizing everyone. Next minute, they were on their backs with their scrawny stick-like legs kicking helplessly in the air. How on ocean did that happen?

Beach.

They could not even right themselves. Sky became ground and ground became air.

Meanwhile, their own bodies were looking down at them. Poseidon had given his crustacean children a choice – to adapt to their new two-legged unprotected bodies or to return to their previous crabby lives?

(90 words)


I enjoy writing and perpetrating the absurdity of this story. Sort of like Freaky Friday, except you don’t get Jamie Lee Curtis, only crabs. If you get what I mean. LOL

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

How to participate? A few guidelines as we begin….

  1. Simply check my feed, or search the reader, for the 100WW or tag #100WW, post each Wednesday. I’ll also be posting on my InstagramTwitter, and Facebook Feeds.
  2. Write your submission on your blog, Instagram, Twitter, or Facebook Feed and ping back to the weekly blog post. Feel free to use the image provided or your own. Please do credit the artist whose image we use — Links provided.
  3. I have not enabled automatic pingbacks due to a plethora of spam messages attempting to link up. Do feel free to also continue posting your links and I will enable your pingbacks as I check my blog. Thank you for understanding!!
  4. I’ll provide a Weekly Summary, or Windup, of posts on or by Tuesday; take the opportunity to read and comment on your fellow bloggers posts {keeping in mind to give each other grace and space}. I try to read them all and post your submission in the Weekly Windup.
  5. Have fun! I enjoy reading your challenge submissions!

Prompt: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 130

Friday Fictioneers – 19 JULY 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Three Wise Monkeys

“Yes, I know, I’ve already informed the owner. She’s left,” he answered, holding his phone to his ear. He gave the owner a thumbs-up and smiled. “OK, boss,” he acknowledged before hanging up.

“Here, extra spicy with mustard, just how you like it,” Betsy handed the hot dog to Channing. “Careful, it’s hot.”

“Thanks, Betsy. Anyway, my boss’s leaving soon. Just hide here for a while, ” Channing informed.

“Thanks, Channing, you’re the best.”

“Hey, gotta look after our own, right?” Channing grinned. “See no evil, hear no evil -”

“Give no shit,” Betsy and Channing said in unison, laughing.

(100 words)


I saw the white statue covering the eyes and the security guard seemingly speaking into his mobile phone, I could not help but think of the three wise monkeys. And given that lady barely bothered by the security guard’s presence, this story slowly surfaced into my mind.

I was honestly surprised by where this story took me, actually, as I started without a single idea where it was heading. But in a way, I like how this story ended, showing how the base people could hardly care about what the higher management wants. So I guess everything works out in the end.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers – 19 JULY 2019

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #27

sex symbol

notice my body
but you fail to see my brain
you will pay dearly


You’ll be in big trouble if you ever make that mistake. I did. Let’s just say it did not turn out well.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

PLEASE follow them! I’d hate to not see your piece(s) represented in the recap the following week! Confused? Any questions – email me at sushibocks@gmail.com   

For more detailed information, read about this challenge here.

  • Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
  • Deadline to submit for this week’s challenge will be 11:59pm 7/13/19
  • Up to 3 pieces permitted
  • Link your piece to this “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge” on your post
  • Always give photo credit if there is one

Prompt: I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #27

Three Line Tales, Week 179

three line tales, week 179: a castle in a lake

photo by Richard Clark via Unsplash

The castle guards its secrets; there is no way of entering or exiting as the castle stands alone in the middle of the lake.

Dying to find out the mystery of this impossible construct, generation after generation expends futile efforts to understand the castle.

And generation after generation of the alien race living at the bottom of the lake praises the wisdom of their ancestors.


When you want to hide things, you hide it in plain sight. When I saw this image, what attracts my attention is not the castle but the waters. Such magical qualities of the waters must speak for themselves!

After all, we have heard of Lady of the Lake, so why not Aliens of the Lake?

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 179

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

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When Heaven Descends

It was a Tuesday late morning when Heaven descended onto Earth.

All the talk about TGIF went through the roof on the Internet. The happiest, of course, were the office workers stuck in a dead-end job they detested but chained down to the desk for financial purposes.

Among them was Yanna, who immediately took the opportunity and screamed “It’s the end!” before she grabbed all her belongings and ran to the nearest coffeehouse for an upsize mint chocolate milkshake with whipped cream, roasted chopped hazelnut and rainbow coloured chocolate rice as toppings.

Her diet plan could wait.

Then she went to a nearby park, laid her shawl on the grass and sat down to enjoy her drink, as well as the sight before her. But mostly the drink. Her phone chirped and absentmindedly, she checked the message. It was from the work group chat, all her colleagues sharing photographs of their various exploits and the immediate supervisor endorsing their actions before informing them the deadline for their project would not change.

She briefly considered taking the rest of the week off but decided against it. Heaven might have descended but her bank would raise Hell if she failed to repay that month’s installment of student loan. She continued her leisurely and unofficially day off looking at the beautiful sight before her as she sipped her milkshake.

Heaven returned to its original position when everyone woke up on Wednesday morning.

“Sorry,” the stars spelled. “for the false alarm.”

Yanna was glad she did not behave impulsively the previous day. But she, like many other people, was aghast and went back counting down for TGIF.

(273 words)


If I must really admit, this is inspired by Neil Gaiman’s Chivalry. It’s an absurd story but I love it! I decided to try my hand at this silliness and discovered how ridiculous I can get as I write the story. Overall, I enjoy the writing process for this particular piece.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.

Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.

Prompt: Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

 

Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

The Manor Atop the Hill

Atop the hill, the Johnson family lived in a great ancient manor. Legend has it that a young couple had moved in some twenty years ago and there was great talk in the town. The townsfolk learnt that the wife was pregnant and would give birth soon.

Sadly, she gave birth not in the middle of the night when there was a thunderstorm. Instead, she gave birth on a sunny high noon in a local hospital and no wolves howled. She also did not die of a difficult childbirth while cursing the father and the townspeople; in fact, the couple had five children in total, three girls and two boys.

The eldest was a girl and the youngest was a boy and they were all healthy. The children did not visit doctors for any major illnesses and the only times when they did was for immunisation shots.

And whenever the Johnson family came down to the town, it was always in broad daylight without any bats trailing behind them and there were no eccentric behaviours. The parents were amicable and the children were polite; they misbehaved at times naturally, as all children did but there were no anomalies, neither were there any commotion or deaths in the local pet population.

The family did not even have a hunchback butler or a pale skin maid. They were a family of normalcy with no dark history or hidden secrets.

The town could find no possibilities of spreading any malicious rumours. Eventually, they gave up and waited for the next family to move into the great ancient manor atop the hill to find opportunities of spreading dark rumours.

(275 words)


If I have to say, this is inspired by Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey. I saw the photo prompt and all sorts of horror and supernatural ideas came to mind. Then I realised, story setting discrimination is very real. I see a photo and immediately went to a dark place. So I decided to go the opposite direction.

This is nowhere near Austen’s standards but I really had whale of a time writing this, making it as ridiculous as possible through the abuse of all horror elements. Overall, this is one piece of fun writing.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 8th May  and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

Prompt: Thursday photo prompt: Monochrome #writephoto

Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

Photo by WikiImages at Pixabay.com

Title: Spiders

The fear is very real. When you’re afraid of spiders, space is the best place to live.

After all, no air, no spider. Right?

Anyway, arachnophobia is a serious problem – what’s that on my helmet? Is that – NO! HOW DID THE SPIDER GET IN? NO, HELP! MAYDAY! MAY –

Transmission lost.

(275 characters)


This is the second photo prompt I did for Twittering Tales and I could not help but come up with silly ideas. Exaggerating the phobia of spiders is one of them. If I offend any of you who are really afraid of spiders, do pardon me.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

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. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

Prompt: Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23

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Title: The Heiress

Type: Flash Fiction
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy

The fairy godmother was getting surly about this wish business. Damn the KPI! Today was the nadir of her career; any lower requires excavation. She had been assigned a charge from a quaint village so far-flung it took her days of travelling.

Reader, make no mistake – she’s a fairy, not a god.

Upon reaching her destination, the fairy godmother was surprised to see her charge peering from the window. Even more surprising was when her charge burst out of the door.

“Are you my fairy godmother?”

That’s a first.

“Yes, child – ”

“I want to be a fairy godmother like you too!” the girl interrupted her.

“It doesn’t work – hold on,” she reflected. The rules forbade abusing fairy powers, but not transferring. She grinned.

“Here, child, I’ll give you my powers. You’re now officially a fairy godmother! What’s your name, child?”

Reader, now presenting – Maleficent!

(149 words)


It’s a silly little story I thought of at work, as I planned for the photo prompt. I intended to make it as ridiculous as possible and would have added a few more howlers, except that one of the restrictions of the prompt is the word count (150 word limit).

Elements from modern work life, Jane Austen’s style of free indirect speech and Disney’s feature film coalesce into this silly tale and I was snickering as I wrote the story.

All in all, I really had fun writing this whilst keeping it within the word limit. If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #23