Wine and Gossip – a Twittering Tale

TT 7.12.19

Gossip flowed more freely than wine amongst the friends.

“So what’s up with Ted and Sue?”

“She left him”

“Oh too bad.”

“That’s not all, he claims she cursed him, he can’t perform at all now.”

As tittering laughter filled the air, Sue walked in. “Never mess with a witch,” she smiled.

character count 278

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP


Train to Everywhere – a Stream of Consciousness Tale


For Stream of Consciousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “chew/choo.” Use one or both, any way you’d like. Have fun!

“Chugachuga choo choo,” little Tommy shuffled up and down the aisle of the passenger car, playing train. His mother watched helplessly from her seat, with her infant daughter. The few other passengers were kindly tolerant of the boy’s antics. When he finally returned to his seat, his mother patiently dusted off his short pants and buckle strap boots. Adjusting her own ruffled cuffs, she reached into the basket she carried and produced a snack for her son. Continue reading “Train to Everywhere – a Stream of Consciousness Tale”

Daddy’s Car – a Twittering Tale

TT 7.5.19

Daddy’s Car – a Twittering Tale

Di loved the old bucket, most of her free time was spent repairing whatever had gone wrong that week. Still, Dinocar was eclectic with a fun personality. Di left the garage humming softly but turned quickly when she heard the radio playing her late Dad’s favorite song. “Dad ?”

character count 278

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Boating – Stream of Consciousness Saturday

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For Stream of Consiousness Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “for/fore/four.” Use one, use ’em all, use ’em any way you want. Bonus points for using all three. Enjoy!

“But what’s it for?” Stella’s voiced whined in the tight confines of the small cabin.

“Well, see those four levers? Each controls a different part of the boat’s motion.” Zach replied as patiently as he could manage but the girl clearly had no boating aptitude. Continue reading “Boating – Stream of Consciousness Saturday”

Withies and Vines a Crimson Creative Challenge

CCC 6.26.19

The rock hut was ancient, abandoned long ago and forgotten by mortals and gods alike, it suited Shara’s purpose well. Here she was safe from the judgement of humans. Here, cloaked by nature and surrounded by growing things, she was at peace. Here she was alone, here she was free.

The withies were gathered to be woven into baskets and mats and all manner of useful things. In a few weeks, she would don her disguise, sell her baskets and return with what few items the forest could not provide. And no one would suspect that on the outskirts of their city winter’s frost never touched the vines and green things grew always, in the presence of Shara the Greenwitch.

word count 120

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Home Again – a Crimson Creative Challenge

CCC 6.21.19

Home Again – a Crimson Creative Challenge

It had been years since Lavender has crossed the gate. The old concrete silo had been converted into a drawing room decades ago and led to the magic garden. Would Auntie Flora still be there waiting for her? Waiting to see what she had learned.

Lavender passed through the threshold of the drawing room and felt the tingling of wards. No matter, she was invited, a family member no need to leave her power outside the gate. They were all there, Auntie Flora, Sir Reginald, Baby Beatrice, even Reginald’s hounds.

Auntie Flora cried “Look, look Lavender’s back,” as she rushed to her niece.

Lavender threw open her arms and was immediately surrounded by the ethereal mist and bone chilling cold of ghostly embraces. Yes they were here, safe where she had left them while she sought the murdering wizard who had destroyed her family.

word count 144

For Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

Futility – a Twittering Tale

TT 6.20.19
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Futility – a Twittering Tale

People scurry about
short meaningless lives
in search of diversions
but finding none

never stopping to notice
the sullen sound of a rainstorm
or the flower reaching for life
from a crack in the sidewalk

they see only the futility
I see a boy with his head
stuck in a railing
and I smile

character count 276

For Kat’s Twittering Tales

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP