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Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 11

15 Minute Tweet TaleThis was a pretty average week in tweet tale land - no outrageously long and/or tough words to complicate things.  Even though I never made it an official challenge, I always planned to use the word ‘green’ in my tweet tale on St. Patrick’s Day.  Luckily the word-a-day for the 17th was skirl (having to do with bagpipe music), so that helped add flavor to the St Paddy’s Day tweet.  Enjoy that Irish-tinged 15 Minute Tweet Tale along with the others from this past week:

3/14 – Tired of her snubs, he draws upon his arcana to create a spell to make her fall in love with him… or possibly turn her into a frog. 
 
3/15 – As the students pecked at their phones instead of chatting, their teacher thought this latest youthquake the most destructive yet.
 
3/16 – To enervate the leading candidate, a dead hooker was placed in his trunk. In these dark times, it just made the people love him more. 
 
3/17 – As the bagpipers skirled, no one in the green crowd heard his wife scream. He smiled at the leprechaun, contemplating his next wish. 
 
3/18 – Who’d drawn on the wall with permanent markers? It was a cognizable offense with Mom in the role of judge, jury, and spank-ecutioner. 
 
3/19 – I eat @ that flyblown diner every day due to the hot waitress. Now my skin’s turned green-hope it’s finally super powers, not disease. 
 
3/20 – They wore crowns woven from withies to symbolize their everlasting love; then jumped from the cliff to prove their love was eternal. 
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.

Tweet Tales Tue- uh Wednesday Week 10

15 Minute Tweet TalesAs you can tell by the title of today’s post, I messed up yesterday.  I completely forgot to post the Tweet Tales Tuesday roundup.  Whoops!  I’m going to go ahead and blame it on the time change.  Losing that hour made my time sensors go all wonky, and therefore I had no idea what day of the week it was.  Yeah, that’s what happened.

So although they are a day late, here are the 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the past week:

3/7 – Emma earnestly disavowed eating the cookie with the crumbs still on her lips. Her dad started saving money for her law school tuition. 
 
3/8 – Young Neil promised the man in the moon he’d come visit some day. Years later he stepped across the mare that formed the man’s eye. 
 
3/9 – Her charming travel vignettes enchanted him. After they married, he stumbled across a travel blog and realized it was all stolen lies. 
 
3/10 – After she tied up her rapist she realized her conundrum: the knife would be more painful, but the gun less likely to get blood on her. 
 
3/11 – Frank’s an internet firebrand, playing devil’s advocate on forums no matter the topic. Meanwhile his mom still picks his daily outfit. 
 
3/12 – Their prenup was more like a tome than a document, but she found a loophole. Given what she discovered in his bed, he got off cheap. 
 
3/13 – She lionized every word out of her teacher’s mouth, making it easy for him to convince the 14 year old what they were doing was right. 
 
I actually knew most of the words this past week, so that nice surprise made it easier to craft the tales.  
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.
 

Second Campaigner Challenge - Nursery Nightmares

Surprise, surprise, I'm right up against the deadline for Rachael Harrie’s Second Campaigner Challenge.  Again.  Ahhh, procrastination - how I embrace you. Anyway, Rachael's made it extra tough this time with five different prompts and five different ways to use those prompts.

Prompt 1:

Two people are sitting together under the remains of a concrete bridge. Their backs are against a rusted bridge support. One person’s leg is cut. The other person has wet hair. 

Prompt 2:

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Prompt 3:

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Prompt 4:

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Prompt 5:

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Second Campaigner Challenge

Do one or more of the following:

  1. Write a pitch/logline for a book based on the prompts (less than 100 words)
  2. Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the prompts
  3. Write a poem with a twist using the prompts as inspiration (in less than 200 words)
  4. Write a story/poem in five sentences, each sentence based on one of the prompts
  5. Write a poem/flash fiction piece (in less than 200 words) about the water pear *without* using the words “pear”, “spoon”, or “droplet”.

For added difficulty/challenge:

  • Complete at least three of the above activities and tie them all together with a common theme (feel free to either state the theme in your post or leave us to guess what it might be)
  • Write in a genre that is not your own

I completed three of the activities, and I think my title gives away my unifying theme. All three take place in a dystopian world, which is not my usual genre,

Nursery Nightmares

First up is option one - write a book pitch, and I've incorporated items from all five prompts. According to Word, it's exactly 100 words.

In a world where London Bridge still stands, nothing is the same: Red Rover refuses to come over, the Spoon cheats on the Dish with a pear, Jack and Jill’s hill is actually a garbage dump, and instead of twinkling, the Little Star exploded.  But from amongst the chaos, a special girl emerges: songs dance through Mary’s head and narrate how things are supposed to be.  She’s always been quite contrary, so she sets out to put things right.  She’ll need all her courage (plus all the dynamite she can find) because whatever it takes – London Bridge is falling down.
 
 
Next up, I tackled option three - a poem with a twist, which I've based solely on prompt 1.
 
Jack Sprat and his hefty wife,
Were living a life full of strife.
 
They tried their best to keep food on their plate,
But who could guess the last time they’d ate.
 
The apocalypse had come
Without leaving a crumb;
 
So they spent all their days
Trying not to feel crazed, 
 
As they looked far and wide
For something that could be fried.
 
But after miles without finding even an egg,
Mrs. Sprat got a nasty slice on her leg.
 
Her husband did his best to carry her back,
But her solid frame was too much for Jack.
 
He set her down against a crumbling bridge,
While she rambled on about their old fridge.
 
He flopped beside her, his hair dripping with sweat,
“I love you,” he said, his voice full of regret.
 
“I love you too, so accept my last gift.”
And she stabbed herself in a motion quite swift.
 
Jack gasped, screamed, and then finally cried.
“You’ll have plenty to eat,” she said as she died.
 
But he wasted away, ‘cause it wasn’t as simple as that,
For as everyone knows Jack Sprat could eat no fat. 
 
 
And for my third and final piece, I went with option four - write a story with five sentences where each sentence is based on one of the prompts.
 
A star exploded sending radioactive particles to a planet called Earth.  The particles bombarded a mischievous child in red who usually spent all his time in a corner, and they morphed him into a monstrous creature who destroyed cities while shouting, “What a good boy am I,” as he demanded children be sent to him as playmates (and sometimes snacks).  One brave family searched for a magical wooden weapon with the power to liquefy solid objects, since that was the only way to defeat the rampaging beast.  The monster had destroyed the only bridge leading to the weapon, so the family swam across the river; and when the father sliced his leg on a submerged rock, the mom stayed to tend his wound while the two kids hurried toward their goal.  The weapon’s unlikely hiding place was a landfill long abandoned, and the brother and sister searched for hours until they found it; and then they pretended to be the creature's next tributes to gain access to him, aimed the weapon, and the monster dissolved into water that swept across the land, cleansing it of the rubble he'd created.
 
 
Whew, I think I got sillier as I went.  Some of the sentences in that last one are real doozies!  If you thought my entry was worthy, you can go here and 'like' it - it's entry #108.
 
So did you tackle Rachael's prompt-apalooza?  If so, let me know where to find your entry so I can read it.  And let me know what you thought of my efforts in the comments.

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 9

15 Minute Tweet TalesThis week started with a crisis in tweet tale land – no word of the day!  Since my word-a-day calendar is actually from last year, there was no February 29th to be found.  But since this is the one resolution I’ve managed to maintain, I didn’t want to skip a day even if I didn’t have an official word.  So in honor of leap day, I declared ‘leap’ to be the #15tt word of the day.  

As for the words that did come in the calendar for this week, how awesome is the word slumgullion?  So fun to say!  Unfortunately, since the definition is ‘a meaty stew,’ I don’t think there will be many opportunities to work it into casual conversation.  

And without further ado, here are the 15 Minute Tweet Tales for this week:

2/29 – I watch her leap around in a pink tutu: more comical than graceful, but my wife always wanted 2 B a ballerina & can now afford lessons.
 
3/1 – The acedia crept in turning everything grey - muting smell, muffling sound, dampening emotion - until her life faded away to nothing.
 
3/2 – The love he felt for her burst forth as an impromptu song. The barista had 911 on speed dial to report a restraining order violation.
 
3/3 – “Forget fava beans & chianti, I’ve found slumgullion to be the best way to prepare liver,” he told the regrettably pushy census taker.
 
3/4 –So disgusted by the polemic each side waged against the other, Tara decided to run. Others must have agreed, since she won with no $$.
 
3/5 – After months of bootless begging 4 a car, I squeal when Dad covers my eyes & guides me outside. He points to a bike. I kick his shin.
 
3/6 – I reiterate that my daughter’s not mature enough 4 a car, then point out a bike. My injured leg proves I was right about her maturity.
 
You probably noticed a similarity to the tweet tales from the 5th and the 6th…. When the word reiterate came up today, it really seemed to fit with the bootless begging from yesterday.  So I thought it would be fun to write a companion tweet tale from the dad’s point of view.  Did he really play a mean trick on his daughter by covering her eyes to make her think she was getting a car?  Or was it just a melodramatic teen trying to make her reasonable dad seem like the bad guy?  As with most conflicting accounts, the truth undoubtedly lies somewhere in the middle. 
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.
 

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 8 + PARTY!

Today’s regularly scheduled Tweet Tales Tuesday is interrupted by an important announcement:

OppressionToday is the official launch day for Jessica Therrien’s debut novel Oppression (Children of the Gods #1). Whoo hoo!  And I’m honored to be one of the blogs helping to host the party to celebrate this exciting day!
 
I met Jessica during the Writers’ Platform-Building Campaign last fall.  Not only does she have a well-written, entertaining blog, but she is very generous in her support of her fellow bloggers.  It’s been fun getting to know Jessica while reading her posts about her publishing journey, and I’m so thrilled for her that her book’s big day is finally here.
 
Since it IS Tweet Tales Tuesday, I thought I’d honor Jessica’s novel with three bonus tweet tales.  
 
For the first bonus tweet tale, I’m going to describe Oppression in a tweet.  I haven’t had a chance to read it yet (I’ve ordered my copy and am just waiting for the burly UPS man to deliver it to me), so the tweet description is based on the Amazon description:
 
Elyse discovers even among those descended from gods, she is special: destined to free her people. But she’s never been one to follow rules.
 
For the second bonus tweet tale, I’m incorporating the word Oppression like any of my usual word-a-day words.
 
They tried to bind her to the earth, but she broke through their oppression and flew toward the stars with wings crafted from dreams.  
 
And because in Oppression the protagonist Elyse discovers that her destiny is deeply intertwined with the fate of the future, I am writing the third bonus tweet tale with the theme of fate/destiny.
 
Her tire blew, so she missed her flight. No, it didn’t crash. She married the guy she sat beside on new flight. Their son’s named Firestone.
 
Congrats again to Jessica on the launch of her debut novel!  Visit her website to find out more details about Oppression and all the places you can purchase your very own copy (plus she’s promised to post a video of her happy dance!).  Jessica’s site also has a list of the other blogs participating in Oppression’s virtual launch party, so give them a visit if you have a chance.
 
15 Minute Tweet TalesAnd now back to our regularly scheduled Tweet Tales Tuesday . . . Here are the 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the last week of February:
 
2/22 – She mostly exhibited a probity befitting a 1st grade teacher, but every Tues night she donned a red wig & danced at The Landing Strip.
 
2/23 – When he told his wife he wanted a divorce, she recited his faults chapter and verse; so he stayed since no one else would have him.
 
2/24 – When he met her at the bar he thought the metathesis in her speech was adorable. The next morning it made him want to punch her mouth.
 
2/25 – He glances up from the paper and sees her face as she stares at the house next door; he groks he’ll be hearing from her lawyer soon.
 
2/26 – As the captives defile past the king, he marks those likely to put on a good show. The lions haven’t had a decent challenge in ages.
 
2/27 – The trainer mocked sedentary people until he discovered World of Warcraft - then his muscles withered while his avatar flourished.
 
2/28 – She built a hypaethral room to honor nature with naked ceremonies. 23,000 YouTube subscribers honored her neighbor’s rooftop camera.
 
The word-a-day calendar offered up some doozies this week.  Chapter and verse?  It ate up so many precious characters.  Metathesis and hypaethral?  I mean, seriously . . . what the heck?!?  But I muddled through and even had some creative oomph left for the bonus tweet tales to celebrate Oppression.
 
Cut a rug at the virtual party for Oppression in the comments below or play along with Tweet Tales Tuesday and write some for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them to the comments because I’d love to read them.
 

First Campaigner Challenge - A Killer Sound

I wasn’t sure I was going have time to write something for Rachael Harrie’s First Campaigner Challenge, but I had so much fun last time I really wanted to give it a whirl.  Here are the rules in Rach’s words:

The monster's orange eye

Write a short story/flash fiction story in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, including a poem. Begin the story with the words, “Shadows crept across the wall”. These five words will be included in the word count. 
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional), do one or more of these:
end the story with the words: "everything faded." (also included in the word count)
include the word "orange" in the story
write in the same genre you normally write
make your story 200 words exactly!
 
So pushing up against the deadline as usual, here’s my entry.
 
A Killer Sound 
 
Shadows crept across the wall, as Daisy cowered under the bed.
She strived not to make a sound, while squeals of terror rang ‘round her head.
 
Her younger brother crouched in the closet, the door not quite shut;
Far too late to push it closed without risking the monster’s cut.
 
The beast stalked into the room, his feet leaving smears of blood;
And as he peered around, she prayed he’d not hear her heart thud.
 
Just when he turned away to leave, they both heard a frightened squeak;
Her brother had betrayed his hideaway as his terror reached its peak.
 
The creature’s orange eyes grew round, full of predatory glee,
And though Daisy was devastated, she knew this was her chance to flee.
 
But her parents had taught her better than that: they were mice not lowly rats.
It was her duty to protect him, even from brutal tomcats.
 
So she scurried from her safe haven to capture the killer’s eye,
And donned a courageous face to prove she wasn’t scared to die.
 
As her brother scampered to freedom, she had no regrets for the life she’d traded.
Then the feline’s teeth sank deep, and Daisy smiled as everything faded.
 
 
When I started this one, I thought it would be in the same vein as my entry for the first challenge from the last campaign – sort of a companion piece from the POV of a new victim rather than the kitty villain.  So I decided to try my hand at writing a poem to push myself and also set it apart from the first one.  I planned to have a light-hearted, funny ending like the earlier one, but as I was writing, that’s not the direction it took.  Since I was determined to use the “everything faded” ending, it seemed like Daisy had to die, and if she was going to die, I wanted it to be a noble self-sacrifice.  I hope reading this wasn’t too much of a bummer for your day; and if you thought it was worthy, you can go here and vote for #204.
 
I started and ended the poem with the challenge words.  I used the word “orange.”  I usually write YA thriller/horror/suspense, so I think this qualifies.  And it’s exactly 200 words (although meeting that part of the challenge ended up bungling the meter in a few of the stanzas *sad face*).  
 
So are there shadows creeping across your blog wall?  If so, leave a link to let me know where to find your entry.  And if you have any feedback on my entry, please let me know.
 
Photo credit to darkwallz.com

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 7

It was tough to keep up the 15 Minute Tweet Tales this week since I was out of town for most of it at the Beaufort International Film Fest (update on that coming later in the week!).  But I remembered to take my word-a-day calendar with me and managed to squeeze in the time each day so I wouldn’t break my tweet tale streak.  Not my best work, but I’m proud I got them done:

2/15 – They voted viva voce, and Liz’s stomach sank at Tom’s ‘yea.’ Fearing him, everyone would follow his lead and agree to sacrifice Liz.
 
2/16 – The farmer dragooned his son into helping with the crops; despite the bruises, the boy still made new dresses for his sister’s dolls.
 
2/17 – The stars’ testimonials said the shampoo would make her the center of attention. Truth in advertising, since it turned her hair green.
 
2/18 – His plangent heartbeats called to her, but they were muffled by the icy silence he emitted to protect his pride, so she kept walking….
 
2/19 – The director wanted to wring tears from the audience, so he hoked up the melodrama. They did end up crying… from laughing so hard.
 
2/20 – As the bus rumbled by, she intensified her diligent scrubbing. She didn’t want her son to see the last few drops of Dad on the floor.
 
2/21 – The prostitute watched him deliver another speech full of rectitude and wondered which paper would pay the most for their sex tape.
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.
 

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 6 – Valentine’s Edition

Valentine's Day Tweet TalesHappy Valentine’s Day!  Since this past week led to the big day of flowers and chocolate, I decided to give myself an extra challenge by making each of the 15 Minutes Tweet Tales a romance.  The word-a-day calendar delivered some toughies, but I tried to keep the tales in the realm of romance rather than wandering down the dark and twisty road of murder and mayhem like I usually do.  Although I think this little exercise has proved I’m much better at writing murder and mayhem (and it managed to sneak in anyway on the 12th).  

Anyway, to get you in a romantic frame of mind, here are tweet tales for Valentine’s week:

2/8 – The pabulum that tumbled from her lips was mind-numbing, but the other things she could do with that mouth kept him head over heels.
 
2/9 – He jumps on stage brandishing a “Will you marry me?” sign. To the crowd’s delight, she cries yes just before the guards tackle him.
 
2/10 – She worries her love for him is immoderate, but then she sees the way he looks at her & knows he deserves every drop of her affection.
 
2/11 – She fell for the adorable turophile as he explained the difference between Gruyère and Gouda – even though she preferred Velveeta.
 
2/12 – With unexpected candor, he mumbles his heart is hers. Then he rips it from his chest & hands it to her. Zombie love can be so messy.
 
2/13 – After the abstemious way he ate dinner, she was shocked, yet satisfied, when her date later demonstrated more creative uses for food.
 
2/14 – Valentine’s Day, desperate for her attention: uploads spoony video declaring his love. She uploads video blowing him a kiss: Victory!
 
Whether you have a special someone or you’re single like me, I hope you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day!
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.  
 

Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 5

15 Minute Tweet TalesThis week had the best word of the day so far.  Heck, I love this word so much, it just might be my new favorite word, and it’s definitely in the top five.  So what is this magical word?  Frigorific.  It actually sounds like one of those portmanteau smash-up words that teens come up with, but its first known usage was 1667.  The definition is not quite as exciting as the sound of the word itself – it means causing cold; chilling – but I think it’s a fun word and will be looking for ways to use it casual conversation.  

 
Here are the 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the first week of February:
 
2/1 – The public thinks the Kardashians are otiose, but that’s their cover as they maneuver world leaders to follow their plan for peace. #15tt
 
2/2 – Arranging her DVDs… By genre? Release year? An abecedarian method: title or director? After an OCD meltdown, she threw them away. #15tt   
 
2/3 – “I’d as lief eat dog doo than let him touch me.” When she married him 6 months later, her sister tossed dog turds rather than rice. #15tt
 
2/4 – Despite the hermetic grip autism has on her son, she convinces herself a tear, not sweat, rolls down his cheek while she passes away. #15tt
 
2/5 – Spot wags his tail until he sees her frigorific glare. Uh oh, she’s found his secret pee spot. Time to ramp up the sad, adorable eyes. #15tt
 
2/6 – Her role in the ad was just a tittle in the background, but the jaded “actress” felt like a star when it aired during the Super Bowl. #15tt
 
2/7 – In his quest for epistemic domination, he memorized an entire set of encyclopedias. Too bad it was his grandma’s set from the 1960s. #15tt
 
Since this is the week leading to Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided to give myself an extra challenge - I’m going to try to make all the tweet tales for this week romances.  Since I’ll be single this Valentine’s Day (as usual!), we’ll see how that goes....
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words.  If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them.   
 

A New (mini) Campaign

Fourth Writers' Platform CampaignThe internet can be a vast and scary place, yet ironically it has become a great place for a shy and introverted gal like yours truly to meet new people.  Last fall I participated in Rachael Harrie’s Third Writers' Platform-Building Campaign and met a bunch of fun people.  And as is the goal of this social networking thingamajig, one of those fun people (K.T. Hanna) has helped me meet even more fun people.  

In January, K.T. started #writemotivation to bring writers together to cheer each other on to meet the goals we set for ourselves.  Although I didn’t meet one of my big goals, with the encouragement of these new enthusiastic friends, I met a lot of my other goals.  And as a late #writemotivation check-in, I DID finish my story for the Highlights Fiction Contest and zipped it over to the post office with just a few hours to spare until the final pick-up of the day.  Whoo hoo!  

I want to thank K.T. again for being the captain of the #writemotivation cheerleading squad.  I think she must be made entirely of positive energy.  Not only does she make truly impressive progress on her own projects, she is always there with an encouraging word for the rest of us.  And to bring things full circle, I just found out she’s helping Rachael with the Fourth Writers’ Platform-Building Campaign, which starts today.

The fourth campaign is going to be a mini-campaign running from February 6th to March 17th.  I’ve signed up again, although this time I’m not signing up for as many groups.  I was so excited last time, I signed up for three groups, and it became overwhelming trying to keep up with everyone, so I’m trying to keep things more realistic this time.  

Here’s how Rachael describes the campaign:

“Basically, the Campaign is a way to link those of us in the writing community together with the aim of helping to build our online platforms. The Campaigners are all bloggers in a similar position, who genuinely want to pay it forward, make connections and friends within the writing community, and help build each others' online platforms while at the same time building theirs.”
 
I’m looking forward to meeting more new people, and if you’re interested, you can sign up here.
 
For those of you stopping by my blog for the first time because of the Campaign, here’s a quick introduction: I write novels, short stories, and screenplays; and in the last two years I’ve started dabbling in making short films.  I’ve had a few short stories published, but my first love is writing YA novels in the genres of thriller, suspense, and horror.  In the non-writing part of my life, I watch an alarming amount of television and also give my Netflix subscription a robust workout.  I’m also an animal lover with a menagerie of pets; and, yes, I’m one of those people who puts party hats on their dogs and makes them “cakes” for their birthdays.
 
Are you excited about the mini-campaign?  What are you hoping to get out of it? Did you participate in previous Campaigns?