It was fun to mess around in the abandoned factory. There were holes to jump, beams to climb and ‘treasures’ to be found. They were playing there when the Earth began to shake, white beams pierced down from the sky and everyone started disappearing.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/11/05/twittering-tales-161-5-november-2019/ with thanks).
The number kept appearing on his computer screen. He didn’t have a clue what was going on but his anger was slowly being replaced by fear.
There was nothing wrong with the computer. He had built the thing himself, ran regular checks and could solve any problems.
No matter what he was doing, the screen would flicker, turn black then the number 54 would fill the screen before the computer shut down.
It was impossible, no one knew and yet someone clear did. It couldn’t be a coincidence anymore…
His secret was out, he was the city’s serial cat killer.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/10/22/twittering-tales-159-22-october-2019/ with thanks).
It had taken ages to get the positive canvas wall complete in my studio. Now. every time I came in one or more of the canvas would be on the floor. I blamed it on the sticky strips but something more was going on, somebody that wasn’t keen on happy messages.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/10/15/twittering-tales-158-15-october-2019/ with thanks).
The lab had been built in an old observatory, in the middle of nowhere which was perfect for the holding and research of ghosts.
The only problem was so far they had been unsuccessful in actually capturing and keeping the spirits!
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/10/08/twittering-tales-157-8-october-2019/ with thanks).
He liked coming up to the roof of the abandoned hotel. It was the tallest building in the little city and he could see for miles around. He liked the space being up there give him. He keep breath, think and wait for his people to come back.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/09/24/twittering-tales-155-24-september-2019/ with thanks).
The train station was busy and steam filled the air. The tall man glanced back as the porter struggled with the large trunk.
‘What have you got in here!’ the porter cried.
‘My sister,’ the tall man replied simply.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/09/17/twittering-tales-154-17-september-2019/ with thanks).
‘We have to be quiet in the woods,’ Mama said.
‘Why?’ her young daughter asked.
‘Because, last night a blue dragon arrived here!’
The girl’s eyes grew wide and she clutched to her mama’s skirts.
‘He’s sleeping, so if we don’t disturb him, everything will be fine.’
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/08/27/twittering-tales-151-27-august-2019/ with thanks).
Everyone thought the job was easy; drive people from A to B but Dec knew there was more to it. With twelve years under his belt, he found the waiting boring, nervous still collecting customers and traffic stressful.
That’s why he’d decided to give up and move to the coast to work on a boat.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/08/13/twittering-tales-149-13-august-2019/ with thanks).
The trees moved violently as if stuck by a giant when the chopper flew close to them. The noise of the whirling blades blocked out all of sound but then the emergency bleeping went off.
People watched in horror as the helicopter failed to land and crashed into the forest.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/08/06/twittering-tales-148-august-6-2019/ with thanks).
Britney looked around the beach. It seemed everyone in the world was here and the noise was so loud Britney couldn’t hear the sea! Leaving her husband sleeping and the children learning to surfboard, she found an empty cafe on the promenaded.
Finally some quietness! she thought.
(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/07/30/twittering-tales-147-30-july-2019/ with thanks).
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