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Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017

Originally posted on like mercury colliding…:
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, 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 us a new prompt. Have Fun! Twittering Tale #33 – The Round-Up “Architecture” from Pixabay.com From Michael at Morpethroad: All was in readiness The trap had been set. Settle back, be patient. Wait. The prize well worth the trouble. A promotion rested on this success. (140 characters) From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses: Two made a couple and the bench was perfect sit out for the both of them. Stealing a glance from above, he let out a sigh,…

The Ongoing Adventure of Mary

For Yesterday’s Installment, go here!   #2   Hello, said Tom, her late husband. Mary glanced out the window afraid of what she would find. Again, there was another tingling sensation. It’s me Tom, he said, and kissed her cheek. Mary closed her eyes and felt young again, as a spirit arose within her, her loins on fire. She suddenly realized she was having a heat flash, and had to lie down.   What will Tom do next? Tune in tomorrow for the ongoing adventure of Mary!

The Ghost at My Feet

The Ghost at My Feet (A Variation of the Tale of Lady Margaret and Sweet William) By Michael Medlen   For the past three nights, around midnight, the ghost appeared at the foot of my bed dressed in her old white dress. The first night I was scared to death, shivering in my bed. I had never seen a ghost before, and never thought I’d get the chance, not that I wanted to. That night she didn’t say a word to me, only stared, with her cold white eyes that matched her dirty dress. After the first night, I took it for a dream. That is, until she came back the next night. Still, she didn’t speak. Just the stare, while I lay frozen in my bed, too scared to move. Again, the same occurred on the third night. It wasn’t until the fourth that she spoke. “How do you like your bed?” she asked with a sweet, fair voice. “It’s quite comfortable,” I said. “And the sheets that cover you?” “Even more comfortable.” “And …

Two Boys

Two boys sat on the empty beach of Lake Erie with their backs against a hollow tree trunk that had been washed ashore . They were building a sand castle. Their hands dug deep into the sand until a circle had been carved around the towered structure. A castle wasn’t complete without a moat. “Let’s go in the water.” “I don’t know, Tommy.” “Come on, Billy. It’ll be fun.” Billy noticed the tower he built was uneven and piled sand on it to level it but instead sent it crumbling down. “It’s cold,” he said. “Mom will bitch if she finds out.” “You always are afraid. Besides, your mom’s at the picnic tables.” “I guess so.” The boys threw down their toy shovels and stripped off their shirts. Billy’s body was white and skinny. He rubbed his neck were there was a pink scar; just one long line. He had just had surgery. His mom had found a lump on neck and on the doctors wanted get a sample of tissue. “Come on,” Tommy said …

He asked me to watch

“Are you sure you can handle this?” the man asked me, handing me a wad of 100s. Stefani sat on the bed across from me, her black tank top pulled and bra up to her neck, exposing her pointy breasts and mid size areolas in a manner that made me a little jealous. She had a smile on her face that was ashamed to be turned on and yet excited for what was to come, even if I knew I would regret this. “I’ll be fine,” I lied, sitting in my arm chair, still watching Stefani’s smile. In the bathroom across the small apartment room  a thin Spanish man took off his brown corduroy khakis, exposing his black and red calvin klein underwear and a shaved navel. He didn’t have an athletic body, more skinny fat, and yet his abs showed just a bit. I was glad he wasn’t that built. Stefani kept staring between me and the man with the camera and money, a man who refused to give us his name. We had …

The Creator

Tom Daranbout sat at the end of the long dining room table, staring at the gray walls around him. At one point they had been a cream color. His face hid behind a long gray beard. He wore a worn flannel shirt missing the top button and a pair of dirty ripped jeans. He glanced at his watch on his wrist. The time was 11:55 pm. Only five more minutes of waiting. He tapped his fingers against the table, his long nails clicking against wood. A photograph of a his daughter sitting on a tree swing hung on the wall to his left. Next to it another picture. Tom stared at himself as a young man, with brown hair and a mustache, standing next to his blond wife, both smiling with hands on their daughter’s shoulders. Tom sighed. The watch showed 11:59. Just one more minute. The moment it changed to 12:00 there was a knock on the front door. Tom waited until there came another knock, louder this time. He stood up, walked into …