Twittering Tales — Bad Role Models

02D1724F-DFAC-4DC8-ABF3-64E161477E64“Oh, baby, what happened to your Barbies?” Jenn’s mother asked when she saw all of her daughter’s dolls broken apart.

“I hate them!” Jenn yelled in anger.

“But I thought you loved your Barbies.”

“Look at them, Ma,” Jenn said. “They’re beautiful, but I don’t look anything like them.”

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Skitterphotos at Pexels.com.

Twittering Tales — They’re Books

7D1E0B42-A766-4A25-9A8A-695379B8A73F“Books,” he said. “At least two dozen. A variety. Fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance, self-help, inspirational, male authors, female authors.”

“Okay,” she said. “May I ask what they’re for?”

“What do you think they’re for, young lady? They’re books. You read them.”

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Tampa Bay Book Recycling website.

Twittering Tales — The Plaque

384865FE-7BF4-4AB5-B3F4-ABBC98661FD8“I got you a plaque, Dad, to celebrate posting your 100th One-Word Challenge post four days from now.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, son. May I see it?”

“Sure, follow me, but bring a screwdriver.”

Strange, but I followed my son outside.

“There it is, Dad, on that brick wall.”

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Lauris at Pixabay.com.

(Sorry if my response to this prompt seems a little self-serving.)

Twittering Tales — The Stampede

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“There’s only one way outta here. Get on that horse over there. I’ll open the gate, smack a few horses on their butts, and get ‘em all to run out of the corral. Then you ride up to the gate and I’ll hop on.”

“This better work, pal, or we’ll be hangin’ from them gallows at dawn.”

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Conquero at Pixabay.com.

Twittering Tales — Hiding Place

img_2217Jack looked at the storm drain, at the narrow gap between the sidewalk and the street. He saw an orange glow, but there was no flickering, so Jack eliminated a sewer fire.

He walked over, squatted, and peered inside the gap. He was surprised to see Donald Trump hiding down there.

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt.