Twittering Tales challenge is hosted by Kat Myrman at like mercury colliding… The goal is to write a twitter-length story, in 140 characters or less. You can see the challenge HERE. Here’s my response to this week’s photo prompt:
“It’s done. You broke it,” she wept.
The tone of her voice hit him like a punch. It sounded like she wasn’t talking about the glass anymore.
(140 characters)
Twittering Tales challenge is hosted by Kat Myrman at like mercury colliding… The goal is to write a twitter-length story, in 140 characters or less. You can see the challenge HERE. I had a busy week (paperwork is the worst!) but now I’m finally able to post my story. 🙂
She lives surrounded by the sea. Earth makes her uneasy, the home of slimy creatures that are even now devouring the flesh of her victims.
(138 characters)
Twittering Tales challenge is hosted by Kat Myrman at like mercury colliding… The goal is to write a twitter-length story, in 140 characters or less. You can see the challenge HERE. 
I know it took me a lot of time to post, but here’s my story for this week’s prompt:
They were coming. He knew it meant guns, bombs and destruction. But he’ll try to welcome the aliens, show them there’s some good in humans.
(139 characters)
I know a missed a couple of these, but I’m happy to be back! Each Tuesday Kat Myrman at like mercury colliding… provides a prompt for a twitter-length story (140 characters or less). I really love these challenges, and this is my response to this week’s prompt. Thanks Kat, I hope you’ll like the story! 🙂
Prompt photo:
Together they could run and run. Run like children. Run away, escape the past. Run towards the welcoming future.
(112 characters)
Hi, dear bloggers! I just wanted to let you know that I will be absent from my blog for a week. I’m spending the next week in Vienna, and I will celebrate the New Year’s Eve there! I can’t wait! 🙂
Before I go, I decided to post the cutest photo from my previous trip, to Ireland and Northern Ireland, and a microtale that I made up for it. Wish you all great holidays! :*
He jumped. The sea spattered around him. He had just an hour, or even less, before the sun set and the boring half of his day began. Then the sea would suddenly start to feel cold, and his limbs too weak to swim as fast as he would want to. Even the fish won’t taste good.
A long time ago the curse was spoken. He was to spend the day as a seal, and during the night he would take the human shape. An annoying curse, indeed. What was one supposed to do as a weak, two legged creature who doesn’t know how to enjoy the simplest and most beautiful things?
Another twitter-length tale for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge. I really liked this week’s prompt photo! Here it is:
And here’s my tale:
He sat under his childhood tree, hoping he’d find inspiration for his novel. He was ready. Painful memories of the past welcomed him home.
(138 characters)
This is my first time participating in Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge. When I saw the promt picture, by the artist Virginia Frances Sterret, I just had to make a story for it. I love it! 🙂 Just look how pretty it is:
And now, here’s my story:
Ayla had the magic beans and a plan.
Yes, she would have to defeat the giant, but she was ready for it. She had several tricks in her sleeve. With a wide smile on her face, she planted a bean in the ground. Ayla could already picture the gold and the jewels. No more hard work, no more rags, no more, no more…
It took just a few seconds for the tree to start growing. Did the ground move, or was it just her legs shaking? Yes, the tree grew, but something wasn’t right.
A strange plant appeared before Ayla’s eyes, weak and wobbly. Its stalk was a dark, rotten red, all twisted and turned.
“You freed me,” the plant spoke. “So now, I will grant you three wishes.”
“Three wishes?” Ayla was confused. “But you’re supposed to take me up in the clouds, to the treasure.”
“Treasure in the clouds? I’ve never heard of such a thing…”
“Well, not exactly in the clouds… Anyway, I didn’t free you. I planted you,” Ayla was getting a bit annoyed. This was not a part of her plan. “And it’s genies who grant wishes. Or goldfish. Not trees.”
“That’s quite judgemental of you,” the plant sounded offended. “What do you know about trees, anyway?”
“I’m sorry…” Ayla sighed. “I’m just a bit surprised. Three wishes are a great deal!”
“I’m not sure I want to grant them anymore…”
“Oh, please!” Ayla wasn’t ready to give up on her dreams.
“Fine. What’s your first wish?” the plant sounded friendly again.
“Well, I want to be rich!”
“I try not to be prejudiced, but this is such a human thing to wish for. Riches. Always the riches. Unfortunately, I can’t help you with that.”
“Why not?”
“I’m just a tree! Money doesn’t grow on trees!”
“Well, what can you do?”
“I can grow fruit.”
A number of different fruits appeared. Yellow pears, blue grapes, red apples. Ayla sighed. It was obvious now that things don’t always turn out like the stories tell. She picked an apple, sat comfortably underneath the tree and tasted it. It was very good. She might never become rich, but she could at least make the best of what she had.
I came across Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales challenge and it seemed so fun! So, I decided to participate. The idea is to write a Twitter-lenght story (140 characters or less). Here is my story for this week’s prompt image:
Golf clubs were abandoned. When it came, money couldn’t save the rich. Wealth gave them no power anymore. They tasted the same as the poor.
(139 characters)
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