Twitter Tales ~ Just words #twittering-tales

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None of them changed nothing for Jim, his life still sucked. A nowhere job that demeaned him, an uncaring  family and his continuing loneliness.  Signs of postive words are useless if they were written by someone who doesn’t know Jim’s pain. Yet, he still stares at the plaques waiting for an epiphany.

(300 characters)

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Written for today’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Mikechie Esparagoza at Pexels.com.

Twittering Tales ~ Plenty of space

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“Are you happy now?” Ted snapped, opening the empty trunk. He was the newest resident on the block and neighbor Phil confronted him about the trunk’s contents. “You thought there’d be a corpse in there, right?” Phil smiled and took out a gun. “Actually, I wanted to see if you would fit in there”.

(299 characters)

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Written for today’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Tama66 at Pixabay.com.

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Twittering Tales~ Break time #Twitteringtales

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This was his chance. A beast that may have terrorized his village was asleep. Silent steps inched him closer to using his sword. Was this the creature? It didn’t matter, He needed to be a hero. Brimstone smell enticed him. His heart stopped as a branch cracked under his foot awakening the dragon.

(300 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Mashup of photos by pendleburyannette (dragon) & MichaelGaida (forest) at Pixabay.com.

FOWC with Fandango/August Writing/ Twittering Tales ~ The right taxi

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Holt finally found the cab he had been looking for. It had no no way out, being stuck in traffic. “Pop the trunk” Wills ordered one driver. “On who’s authority?” the driver said as Holt flashed his badge. The trunk opened. Wills found it filled with skulls and shackles. Holt got his man at last.

(299 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman.

Written for https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/79388113/posts/2376966783

Written for August Writing Prompt – Skulls and shackles – Day 13/31

 

Twittering Tales – Waiting for that taste #Twitteringtales

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There was a reason the five of them felt anxious in the kitchen. The moment that they  planned was now here. They had all previously agreed that Kara had to go. Her infidelities and lies towards them had to stop. The five of them waited as the poisoned glass touched Kara’s lips.

(280 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com.

Twittering Tales #143 ~Fixable #twitteringtales

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Erin was sick again and I’m back under the VW. Kids get ill, you can’t stop that. I can’t fix my little girl and I feel damn useless in her suffering. Oil drips on my face whispering a silent comfort.
“You can always fix me” is what I know this car thinks and once again, I feel strong in my  worth.

(300 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Ryan McGuire at Pixabay.com.

Twittering Tales -First cut #twittering-tales

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He awoke, staring at strangers in hospital scrubs.  “Where am I?” He groggily asked. “Just routine surgery, Mr. Shaw”. WHAT?  He had just been visiting a sick friend. Shaw cried out ” I’M NOT A PATIENT!” A surgeon whispered back, “That’s OK, I’m not really a Doctor”. Shaw blacked out, screaming.

(298 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: sasint at pixabay.com.

 

Twittering Tales #141 ~ Sal’s head #twitteringtales

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Liz thought she would give Sal another ten minutes. He had already been gone for an hour. She knew he was cheating. What better trap than letting him overhear her talk of women tanning nude under the marble bridge. Liz knew he would get his fat head stuck between the stone glancing a peek.

(299 characters)

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This 299-character short was written for Twittering Tales #141

Twittering Tales #140~ Look at Me #Twitteringtales

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Photo by nahidhatamiz at Pixabay.com

You may think you see me missing my head
Its actually still there despite your shocked dread
How would you know if I looked different than before?
You’ve ignored my presence as if an eyesore
Deal with this new guise as I chose to disappear
I’m done screaming for attention at your selfish, deaf ears

(298 characters)

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Written in Response to Twittering Tales #140

Celluloid ~Twittering Tales #138~ #Twittering

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He discarded the last piece of latex skin into the garbage and the monsters disappeared again. This one was burned alive by kids, a nasty death. It was always sad discarding his “babies”.  But, he also knows that they’ll live forever having been caught on dark celluloid to fulfill one’s nightmares.

(291 characters)

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #138.

 

Twittering Tales – Lo-cal Spirit #twitter-tales

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Lou entered his kitchen planning to blow  his diet again with his routine nightly snack.  Vera and the kids were in bed.  The refrigerator slowly opened and a voice spoke.
“LOU, YOU’RE ON A DIET”. Lou rushed out not noticing the string tied to the refrigerator door or his daughter crouched in the dark.

(300 characters)

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: NRD at Unsplash.