A Sign #TwitteringTales

Following the directions, Ben arrived outside the building. Taking a deep breath, he hoped this job interview was a success. He knocked on the door and whilst he waited, noticed a sign above. He smiled and agreed with the words.

Yes. This is it, he thought.

 

(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/03/05/twittering-tales-126-5-march-2019/ with thanks).

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Post It Note Shorts

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Schools closed due to snow. No one to look after kids, taken day off, gone park to build snowmen. Loves.

Date Ideas #FridayFictioneers

Sophie picked up the jar and shook it to mix the strips of different coloured paper. Unscrewing the lid, she put a hand in, drew a red one and unfolded it.

‘What’s it say?’ her boyfriend, Adam, asked.

‘The zoo,’ Sophie answered.

They both glanced at the heavy rain falling outside.

‘Pick another.’

Sophie picked a green strip and read, ‘board game night.’

‘No. Let me try,’ Adam spoke.

He dug in the jar, pulled out a yellow one and they both read, ‘a box set day.’

‘Perfect,’ Sophie added, ‘Game of Thrones season five it is!’

 

(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/01/09/11-january-2019/ with thanks).

God’s Will #FirstLineFriday

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Amber light streamed down from the arched windows, splattering the altar and their upturned faces. The congregation, choir, organist and vicar all remained seated as the earthquake rocked the church.

The stone floor, walls, pillars and the stained glass in the windows shook. Candle stands toppled and the people closest reached out to grip the still burning candles. Vases of flowers tipped too and people moved out of the way. The vicar and members of the choir collected the Holy Communion things off the altar. The church bell began ringing by itself.

The choir master started up a hymn. Other voices joined in, mingling with those who were saying prayers aloud. The vicar joined in the song, his voice drowning out everyone else, until the organist began playing the hundred year old organ and those booming notes covered everything but the rumbling of the earthquake.

Dust fell from the high wooden beams and stone roof. The sound of things falling echoed then the vibrations stopped and the rumbling faded. People opened their eyes and looked around. The church was still intact, they had survived.

 

(Inspired from; https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/09/28/first-line-friday-september-28th-2018/ with thanks).

Postcard #47

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Hi Grandma,

Hope you are okay. The weather here is really sunny. Cornwall is a nice place! Mum and Dad took us to a castle and we learnt about King Arthur. We went to the beach and I built a big sandcastle but then Laura knocked it down! Tomorrow we are going horse riding!

Wish you were here, love, Chloe.

Working #TwitteringTale

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Were they digging to the center of the earth? I didn’t know but I just wanted to sleep. The sounds of the drilling vibrated everything, so there was no way to block the noise out. I looked up hotels and moved out for the weekend. Peace at last!

(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2018/05/08/twittering-tales-83-8-may-2018/ with thanks).

Occhiolism #atozchallenge

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Occhiolism; the awareness of the smallness of your perspective. 

Looking up into the billions of stars in the sky, Joe realised how small his problems truly were.

Lisztomaina #atozchallenge

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Lisztomania; the need to listen to music all the time. 

She couldn’t bear not to listen to music, it was the only thing that kept the tinnitus away. At night she always fell asleep listening to smoothing music; rain falling, bells chiming, the calling of whales. During the day, she had the radio on or the TV set to a music channel.

She had to work from home as she couldn’t cope being anywhere else. The office wasn’t happy though, so she left and set up her own handmade craft business. She sold scarfs, baby clothes, toys and everything else it took her fancy to make. She was a lot happier.

Spawn #TwitteringTales

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It’s strange to think that my fondest memories as a child was going out each spring and collecting frog spawn. It just seemed so natural and innocent. It probably started my career too! I’m now head frog and toad keeper at the zoo.

(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2018/03/20/twittering-tale-76-20-march-2017/ with thanks).

Post It Note #44

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School has declared a snow day! We’ve gone out sledging. Be back later, if we don’t turn into snowmen! Loves.