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Pumpkin Patch

Written for:  (in 280 characters or less)

Twittering Tales #107 – 23 October 2018


Pumpkin Patch

“Don’t go play too far George!” yells mom.

But George wasn’t there.

Panicked she runs to the pumpkin patch.

Pumpkins’ are carving their own Halloween structures.

George is there, light coming out his eyes, nose and mouth.

A big pumpkin grabs mom.

She joins George up on the fence.

(279 characters)



Written for:  Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 59


“So, you think money is at the root of all evil Mom”
“That’s right child.”
“But why Mom? Don’t we need money to survive? How would we eat if we had no money.”
“The same way we do now,” replied Mom.
“But we do eat well Mom! We must have money now?”
“That’s correct child, we do eat well. Your Dad gives us food money whenever he gets his paycheck.”
“So then Mom, what’s so evil about money?”
“When you grow up I’ll tell you what your Dad does with the rest of his money.”
“Uh?’ a confused child goes back to play.

©Hélène Vaillant


Arm in Transit



Written for:

Tell a story in 280 characters or less.  Twittering Tales #106 – 16 October 2018

Arm in Transit

Humans are celebrating in the store.
We have it better in here, the girls are naked.
It’s not as much fun with one arm though.
Some girl didn’t have enough and kept my hand.
But it was attached to my arm. She still has it.
I got some weed now and feel no pain. Can you tell?

©Hélène Vaillant    –    275 characters

As the World Turns



Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 58

Key Words: use at least 2 or more

  1. Whiner
  2. Patience personified
  3. Pessimist
  4. Testing Times
  5. Doer
  6. Jilted Lover
  7. Circumstantial
  8. Devoted

Sonia loves being in charge,  a member of St. Thomas Church she officiates all activities delegating duties to volunteers.

Her devotion is to the Virgin Mary.  Every afternoon, at 5:00 PM,  she leads the congregation saying the Rosary. Sonia is a doer; she is pleasant, never engaging with women in gossip.

Secretly she loves Father Lawrence, tries all she can to find herself alone with him.  Father Lawrence is not ignorant to her tricks; he laughs up his sleeve.  Those were testing times for Father Lawrence, it was not about Sonia, he already had a much younger lover.

At home, Sonia whines about everyone at Church. In her eyes, she is the only person who can do things right.  Most male parishioners are perverts who come to Church to pry on young girls; they will perish in hell; they are unfaithful to their wives, and on and on whining through her litany of the male species.

Women are not any better, they come to Church to show off in front of the old men, enticing them; especially seducing the young novitiate priest, and God only knows what they must be doing with him in the back room.

Of course, the world was coming to an end.  The scientists were now saying so.  After all the times Sonia said the world was doomed, finally, someone was acknowledging her wisdom on the world’s future.

Sonia did not like her husband. She endured him in bed, imagining it was Father Lawrence making love to her.

Her husband did not like her either.  He imagined he was with the tall blond girl who was in the pew next to him at Church on Sunday.

Sonia was sure that the reason for her husband’s reborn virility was that he found her very desirable…



evidence, why she

dumped her old husband


Hélène Vaillant©

And…that is what happened



Angels were summoned to guide a mass of tormented Souls out from a dark abyss dungeon.

By now the mortal bodies were but a pile of scattered ashes at the bottom of the dungeon and the Angels had come to the aid of the Spirits which lingered there still intricately chained to the snares of their butchers.

Assistant to the Angels, the ancient building exhaled, opening wide the doors and all its windows and with Herculean force, it blew out the resistant tormented remains, the building then immediately inhaled, upon which it gathered all the butchers’ Souls, it released a primal growl voluminous enough to strike all the damned butchers into the fire of eternal Hell.

Hélène Vaillant©

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