Tweet Tales Tuesday Week 106
January 28, 2014
I have to confess, this South Carolina girl is pretty excited today – IT’S GOING TO SNOW! Now, I hate the cold. Despise it. It’s one of the many reasons I live in the south. 
 
BUT!! 
 
Snow is magical. 
 
I wouldn’t want to live in a place where it snowed a lot. And I definitely don’t want to drive in it. But every once in a while – to see the ground blanketed in white, to hear the hissing silence of it falling, to catch flakes on my tongue – it’s exciting to have the frozen precipitation coax out my inner child. 
 
The last time it snowed here in Charleston was four years ago, and it didn’t accumulate enough to be fun until late at night, but that didn’t stop me. I was out in the yard at midnight with my dogs (who went berserk because they’d never seen it before – see photo below) tossing snowballs for them to catch and making snow angels. 
Freya and Chloe in the snow
 
The last snow before that was in 2000 and was really only a dusting, so you have to go back to 1989 for any real accumulation. In 1980 it actually snowed on my birthday. I was only six, so I was convinced it was a special present sent just for me.
 
Since it’s such a rare event, you can see why I’m so giddy right now at the thought of romping in the snow tonight and tomorrow. So please don’t be too hard on your southern friends on facebook, etc as we go a little crazy about the snowpocalypse over the next two days. 
 
15 Minute Tweet TalesAnd if you don’t want to go out and play in the snow, stay inside and read my 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the week:
 
1/22 – His leonine stride drew admiring glances as he crossed the room, but the minute he opened his mouth, the confident illusion shattered.
 
1/23 – She needs a yegg for this job, but the best one dumped her at the altar. No matter, the prize in the safe is worth more than her pride.
 
1/24 – His kiss burns through her body but contaminates her soul. How can she look her fellow humans in the eye after loving such a monster?
 
1/25 – His conversation's winsome until he intercalates racist jokes. If her friends set her up with guys like this, maybe she needs new friends.
 
1/26 – She was loath to use the men's restroom, but peeing herself was the alternative. What she saw in there gave her nightmares for years.
 
1/27 – The soldiers smirk at the woman's low-cut dress. She pulls an arbalest from her wagon. Now she smirks as she rides off with the king's gold.
 
1/28 – Mom gave Timmy bright-line instructions for aiming at the water, but he giggled and splattered the entire area with his yellow stream.
 
Hmmm … I just noticed two of my tweet tales were about peeing this week. That's an interesting trend. I wonder – is that better or worse than adultery and murder?
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?
I have to confess, this South Carolina girl is pretty excited today – IT’S GOING TO SNOW! Now, I hate the cold. Despise it. It’s one of the many reasons I live in the south. 
 
BUT!! 
 
Snow is magical. 
 
I wouldn’t want to live in a place where it snowed a lot. And I definitely don’t want to drive in it. But every once in a while – to see the ground blanketed in white, to hear the hissing silence of it falling, to catch flakes on my tongue – it’s exciting to have the frozen precipitation coax out my inner child. 
 
The last time it snowed here in Charleston was four years ago, and it didn’t accumulate enough to be fun until late at night, but that didn’t stop me. I was out in the yard at midnight with my dogs (who went berserk because they’d never seen it before – see photo below) tossing snowballs for them to catch and making snow angels. 
Freya and Chloe in the snow
 
The last snow before that was in 2000 and was really only a dusting, so you have to go back to 1989 for any real accumulation. In 1980 it actually snowed on my birthday. I was only six, so I was convinced it was a special present sent just for me.
 
Since it’s such a rare event, you can see why I’m so giddy right now at the thought of romping in the snow tonight and tomorrow. So please don’t be too hard on your southern friends on facebook, etc as we go a little crazy about the snowpocalypse over the next two days. 
 
15 Minute Tweet TalesAnd if you don’t want to go out and play in the snow, stay inside and read my 15 Minute Tweet Tales for the week:
 
1/22 – His leonine stride drew admiring glances as he crossed the room, but the minute he opened his mouth, the confident illusion shattered.
 
1/23 – She needs a yegg for this job, but the best one dumped her at the altar. No matter, the prize in the safe is worth more than her pride.
 
1/24 – His kiss burns through her body but contaminates her soul. How can she look her fellow humans in the eye after loving such a monster?
 
1/25 – His conversation's winsome until he intercalates racist jokes. If her friends set her up with guys like this, maybe she needs new friends.
 
1/26 – She was loath to use the men's restroom, but peeing herself was the alternative. What she saw in there gave her nightmares for years.
 
1/27 – The soldiers smirk at the woman's low-cut dress. She pulls an arbalest from her wagon. Now she smirks as she rides off with the king's gold.
 
1/28 – Mom gave Timmy bright-line instructions for aiming at the water, but he giggled and splattered the entire area with his yellow stream.
 
Hmmm … I just noticed two of my tweet tales were about peeing this week. That's an interesting trend. I wonder – is that better or worse than adultery and murder?
 
Play along and write tweet tales for the above words. If you’re willing to share, post them on twitter with the hashtag #15tt or add them below in the comments because I’d love to read them. Any thoughts about this week's tweet tales or #15tt words?

Jocelyn Rish

Jocelyn Rish is a writer and filmmaker who never imagined her cheeky sense of humor would lead to a book about animal butts. When she's not researching fanny facts, she tutors kids to help them discover the magic of reading. Jocelyn has won numerous awards for her short stories, screenplays, short films, and novels and lives in South Carolina with her booty-ful dogs.