#FlashTag Examples
The Boyhood of Raleigh by Sir John Everett Millais. Photo Courtesy of: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storytelling
#FlashTag Examples
The following #FlashTag Twitter Tales prepared by category editors, Jeffrey F. Barken, and Diana Mumford, demonstrate the correct formatting for submitting responses to the weekly prompts. They are not meant to set the bar or establish evaluating criteria. You can write anything you like so long as your submission meets the formatting requirements, pertains to the given prompt and or corresponds with the ensuing story lines.
Photography by Jeffrey F. Barken
#FlashTag Example I
#FlashTag @monologging Wind whipped the fluff atop his head & rattled the tabloid flyers clinging to the wall.
#FlashTag @diranasaurus “Is it Thursday yet?” He anxiously pushed his tongue into his crooked teeth, rubbing scar tissue on enamel.
#FlashTag @JeffreyFBarken “Wake up!” Molly said, walking faster. “Let’s get you coffee,” she added, glancing back at her dragging husband.
#FlashTag @diranasaurus Cliff used to be a physicist. Now his aging wife coddled his aging self, shuttling him to and fro, doctor to doctor.
#FlashTag @JeffreyFBarken Inside Katz’s diner, clever Cliff sipped his coffee. “Your meds,” Molly said, sliding his pills across the table.
#FlashTag @diranasaurus Cliff took his pills one by one. He paused, pursed lipped. He asked the stranger sitting with him, “Is it Thursday?”
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Photography by Diana Mumford
#FlashTag Example II
#FlashTag @monologging “I’d rather eat a coyote’s paw than get out of this bed right now.”
#FlashTag @JeffreyFBarken “Marty, get up. Grab your cans & let’s fetch nickles. Gonna be cold tonight & I’m not sleeping in the park.”
#FlashTag @diranasaurus Marty grunted. “Quit fretting me. We ain’t gonna worry about no park tonight. I got it all worked out.”
#Flashtag @JeffreyFBarken By noon, Harry was nervous about Marty’s plan. “We didn’t think this through,” he said. “I’m hungry.”
#FlashTag @diranasaurus Marty sighed. The wads of cash he envisioned dissipated, replaced by a cold park bench. His stomach agreed.
#FlashTag @JeffreyFBarken Then hope glimmered. The wealthy man they’d waited for emerged on the path. “That’s him,” Marty said. “Look alive”
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