Twittering Tales – A Dirty Bed – A tale in 280 Characters.

Photo by Jay Mantri @

The cleaner thought “What kind of person would act so slovenly to leave their bed this way?” She found a used needle and other unsavoury items but she left the room looking tidy.

It wasn’t her fault. How was she to know it was the exhibit the gallery had paid a cool Million for?

[279 Characters]

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:

Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019
It also contains the following word prompts:





The Lost City – A Picture Challenge.

They made their way through the dark forest. The smell of pine needles and rotting leaves permeated the air. The forest was cut off from the world by impregnable mountains, but they had flown into the valley in a hot air balloon in search for the lost city of gold.

“I say, Carstairs, shouldn’t we be heading more eastwards?” said Carruthers stopping to pull up his socks to protect his ankles from the insect bites, the trials of going abroad.

“Now don’t act, hic, like you know, hic, the way any better, hic, than I do” Carstairs replied, hiccupping like he always did when agitated. “Damn these blasted hiccups.”

They managed to cross a river making a raft of fallen logs, then stumbled through more tangled branches.

Then they emerged in a clearing and found themselves surrounded by crumbling ruins. They’d found the lost city, now to find the treasure.

[150 words]


This story was written in response to a challenge. The rules of the challenge are:

The challenge is to write a piece of historical fiction about this picture.

• 150 word limit

• Try not to use the words tree & green.

• Tag 3 people to use the same genre of writing and this photo to create a post.

Sadje from the blog, Keep it Alive, challenged me, see her post here:

Mystery History


The three people I’ll challenge are:

Freshly Baked Secrets

Winter Haibun


I have also included the following word prompts:

Today’s prompt: socks, balloon, hiccups


Home Improvements – A poem written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles.


This poem was written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles:


They say the grass is greener

On the other side

But I cannot seem to get there,

And God knows, I’ve tried.

A couple of times I’ve managed

To climb the wall and see

But then I lose my balance,

And fall back into misery.

I’ve sat and thought

The issue through

And now I know

Just what to do,

Instead of climbing walls

And having falls

I’ll try something else instead

I’ll try to reverse the way I look

And get inside my head.

If I can act more positively

To change my own green space,

I won’t have to try to climb at all.

Or fall so far from grace.

It will not cost so much,

Not more than I can afford,

If I made my world more beautiful,

Then I won’t have to go abroad.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/February/2019

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