Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 256

Oops, I missed a Tweet Tales post again last week. I was frantically writing my newest short screenplay to apply for the SC film grant again. But I got it finished and revised multiple times and then submitted on Sunday morning, a record 36 hours before it was due. It’s a ghost story set at the Dock Street Theatre – I think it would be so fun to film there, so fingers crossed that we win. 
As for other happenings, my mom’s birthday was yesterday, and since Sunday was Father’s Day, the whole family met at the lake this weekend to celebrate both occasions. And of course all five dogs were along for the ride. This is the first known photo of all five pooches at the lake at the same time.
Five dock dogs
And then later, we managed to get all five canines AND all five humans in a picture at one time. It was a Father’s Day miracle!
The entire Rish clan
My sister took a TON of pictures of the pups swimming, so if you enjoy adorable dogs in lifejackets paddling in the water or jumping from docks, then make sure you’re following me on Instagram or Twitter. I post dog pictures there every day with the hashtag #cutedog, and I’ll be posting lake pics all summer long. 
Bear, Kali, and Remy ready to leap into the water
And now for two weeks worth of 15 Minute Tweet Tales:
nemophilia - the love of spending time in forests; a fondness or liking for forests, woods, or woodland scenery.
15 Minute Tweet Tales6/13 - She's always had strong nemophilia, but with each news story, she spends more time among the trees. Until one day she never comes out. #15tt
obdormition - when an arm or leg goes to 'sleep' as a result of numbness caused by pressure on a nerve.
6/20 - Newly adopted dog has sad past. Scared of new "mom." Finally creeps over for cuddles. Mom not moving no matter how bad obdormition is. 
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. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?


Natalie Aguirre's picture

Awesome you got your screenplay done. Sounds like a fun time with your family.

Valued Visitor's picture

And then the curtains were dropped, the watcher retired a little out of sight, and everything was subdued into absolute stillness. Mrs. Damerel sat down noiselessly in the background, and covered her face with her hands, and wept silent tears, few and bitter. She had felt him to be hard upon her many a day; she had seen what was wanting in him; but he was her husband, the first love of her youth, and her heart was rent asunder by this separation. She had enough to think of besides, had she been able; she had poverty to face, and to bring up her children as best she could in a world which henceforward would not be kind and soft to them as it had been hitherto. Her soul was heavy with a consciousness of all that was before her; but, in the mean time, she had room for no distinct feeling except oneā€”that her husband, her love, was going to be taken from her. This tremendous parting, rending asunder of two lives that had been one, was more than enough to fill all her mind; she had room for nothing more.

And he slept, or thought he slept, floating out of the vague pain and wonder of his waking thoughts into strange, vague visions, dimmer still, and then back again to the fancies which were waking and not sleeping. There was a dim impression of painfulness in them, rather than pain itself; wonder, curiosity, and that strange sense of an absolute blank which makes the soul giddy and the brain swim. Sometimes his mind seemed to himself to wander, and he got astray somehow, and felt himself sinking in an unfathomable sea, or striving to make his way through some blackness of night, some thorny wood in which there was no path. I suppose he was asleep then; but even he himself scarcely knew.

When he woke it was evening, and the lamp, carefully shaded, had been lit at the other end of the room. He liked the light; and, when he stirred and spoke, the watchers made haste to draw back the curtains. The serene evening sky, full of soft tints of reflection from the sunset, with breaks of daffodil light melting into ineffable soft greenness and blueness, shone in through the uncurtained window which he liked to have left so, that he might see the sky. Rose and her mother were close by the bright circle made by the lamp, one of them preparing some drink for him, the other opening a new bottle of medicine which had just been sent. Though it was all so familiar to him, the fact that he was to go away so soon seemed to throw a strangeness over everything, and gave a bewildering novelty even to the figures he knew so well.

ppst 2017.8.21

lena's picture

great post Gmail

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