The House in the Cemetery: Twittering Tales #160

Photo by Kalhh at Pixabay.com Kathie hated visiting Aunt Betsy's house. It was the only time she had "accidents" in the night. Mother told her that her cousins weren't afraid to go to the outhouse. Kathie responded, "Mother, the ghosts know them, but they don't know me. Who lives in a cemetery, anyway?" (275 characters)... Continue Reading →

Sometimes Words Fail Us: Twittering Tales #159

Photo from Pexels at Pixabay,com What do I say to her? I want her to love me again, but the right words just won't come. The pen seems permanently suspended off the sheet of paper. You know, it's ironic that I didn't lack words when I was calling her ugly names and falsely accusing her... Continue Reading →

You Are So Worth It: Twittering Tales #158

Written for the Twittering Tales Challenge #158 from Kat Myrman. Write a story or poem of 280 characters or less, using one of the titles in the picture as a prompt. photo by Mikechie Esparagoza @Pexels.com Carol hugged a tearful Janet, after her boyfriend had quit her. Janet apologized for taking Carol away from her... Continue Reading →

Giving the Forest Back to the Animals: Twittering Tales October 1, 2019

Photo by David Cardinez@pixabay.com "Look, Mama, a bear!" declared young Jonathan from the backseat! I cried, as I watched the animal roaming free in his natural habitat. Cutting down trees for houses and strip malls has ended. Giving the forest back to the animals is the most humane gesture we have ever made. (276 characters)... Continue Reading →

Leaving Home to Find Myself: Twittering Tales #154

Photo by Tama66@Pixabay.com Janna looked at the chest holding her few worldly goods. Tomorrow, she begins her journey to find herself. She is scared, but she can stay here and die slowly, or courageously go forth. Her friends say that it is insanity to go where she knows no one. But, she chooses life. (275... Continue Reading →

Love is Eternal: Twittering Tales #134

photo by Suzy Hazelwood at Pexels.com He wrote, "Your love sustains me." I sent a letter every day he was at war. Returning, I kidded him if we would have anything to talk about. But, we always found words to say we loved each other. He passed last week. His letters sustain me in this... Continue Reading →

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