#TwitterTales September 2018

As always I'll be sharing my full TwitterTales for the month right here just in case you missed it. TwitterTales is a tale for the month. The story is posted on Thursday and Friday. Not a lot of time to tell a full tale, but a lot of fun. Here is last months.

“Don’t use the porta potty in the woods,” Roman said.

“Why would anyone build one out there?” CeCe asked.

“I don’t know. Some of the bigger kids told me. We should go check it out tonight.”

“Like that will be a good idea.”

“Kids behave and CeCe listen to your older brother,” their mother said later that night.

CeCe nodded and said goodbye to their parents.

“Come on, let’s go to the woods and check the porta potty."

“This is not a good idea.”

“Why am I following you?” CeCe asked as she trialed behind her older brother.

“Admit it. You’re as curious as I am to see the porta potty,” Roman said.

“I don’t get why it would be in the woods. Wouldn’t it be an outhouse?”

“It doesn’t matter what it is called. We’re going to check it out.”

“Fine. I’m not going inside. It probably hasn’t been cleaned in years.” CeCe bumped into Roman after he had stopped in his tracks. The outhouse was glowing.

“We need to check the light,” Roman said excited.

“Yes, running into a glowing outhouse is such a good idea,” CeCe said. Why did she have to be the practical one?

“Are you chicken?” He clucked and flapped his arms like wings.

“Fine, but you’re going in first.”

“No way,” Roman said.

“This was your idea,” CeCe said.

Roman snorted and stomped to the outhouse. CeCe was at his heels. Once he reached the door, he swung it open and gasped.

"Let me see."

A strange ball of light floated in the air.

“What is this?” Roman asked.

“A will-o'-the-wisp?”

The wisp flew above their heads and zoomed into the forest.

“Let’s follow it,” CeCe said.

“Like that’s a good idea.”

Despite Roman’s protest, the pair followed the wisp deeper into the forest to a crying girl.

“Are you okay?” CeCe asked.

The girl covered her mouth.

“You’re the missing girl from town. Follow us, we'll bring you home."

And that ends that TwitterTale. Here is a sneak peak of October 2018.

Gisela hated working the late shift, but the money was better. She needed it to pay for her shoes, her apartment, her school, her shoes. Someday she’d find a rich man or graduate and find a better job. Until then, she'd walk home fast.

See you next time -K.A.

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#TwitterTales August 2018

Welcome to another month of #TwitterTales or short story tales on twitter. These posts are every Thursday and Friday for the whole month.

Here is mine for August 2018:

To find my posts, search for #TwitterTales @kamengauthor. You'll also see more stories from other authors with my publisher just by searching #TwitterTales.

Here is a sneak peek of next months:

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#TwitterTales July 2018

Welcome to another month of #TwitterTales or short story tales on twitter. These posts are every Thursday and Friday for the whole month.

Here is mine for July 2018:

Something blocked the sun. Legend expected to see a cloud or a plane, but something dark and big was there instead. An alert sounded on his cell along with everyone else's in the park.

Red Alert: Danger in the sky. Get inside.

Legend pressed the website included with the alert. He had heard of an Amber, Blue, and Silver Alerts but never Red. The link pulled up a video of the president.

“The answer wither or not we are alone in space has been answered." The president glanced at the papers in front of him. “We are attempting to make contact, but no one is answering. To protect yourself remain indoors. We don’t know if the aliens are hostile or not yet.”

A warning siren filled the air. People begin screaming and ran to their cars with their kids and pets, leaving things behind in the park.

“What do we do, man?” Bruce asked.

“I don’t know. Go home,” Legend answered. Nothing like this has ever happened in real life.

“You need to leave this area immediately. The government has issues a Red Alert and we are at Severe for a Terrorist Attack,” the officer on a horse said as they stopped to talk.

“Who’s after us?” Bruce asked scared.

“Aliens.”

Legend glanced at his friend, and they ran to his car.

“This can’t be happening, man,” Bruce said once inside.

“It is. I need to check on my mom,” Legend said.

“I can’t get service. My grams will be okay, right?”

“I’ll drop you off.”

“What if she’s not at home?”

“What if she is? I have to see my mom. She’ll be worried,” Legend said, sounding upset. He wanted to help his friend, but his mom came first. Traffic was bad. He couldn’t wait. “What do you want to do?”

“I’ll stay with you," Bruce said.

Legend raced home. He prayed for his mom to be there. She was watching TV. They hugged. Loud noises shook the house.

Legend ran up the stairs to the roof. Missiles headed toward the center of town.

To find my posts, search for #TwitterTales @kamengauthor. You'll also see more stories from other authors with my publisher just by searching #TwitterTales.

Here is a sneak peek of next months:

Their boat shook again. “What’s with these quakes?” Simon asked. “This is the fourth this week.”

“Why are you asking me?” Rebel asked. She wiped the sweat off her brow. The shark was secure in their net. She tagged it and let it go.

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