The display was a secret code, a hidden lamentation right there at the corner of his desk. Two books representing two camps, three roses for three like-hearted comrades. And the spools of thread...those were for the prisoners he had failed to save. *Written as a response to the Three Lines Tales Week 107 photo prompt.
Tag: microfiction
The Furthest Star – 3LineTales
She looks to a sky filled with stars, searching for the one that holds for her the most meaning. It is a distant place, her home, further than she can ever imagine, for she knows not how she ended up here, on this quaint little planet in a backward part of the galaxy--likely an experiment … Continue reading The Furthest Star – 3LineTales
Gremlin Noir
All the whiskey in the world can't drown the sick rat running through my guts. The sweet haze of cigarette smoke fails to obscure the shameful mayhem around me. A famous frog once said, "It ain't easy bein' green." Oh, he didn't begin to know the truth of it. Am I the only one in … Continue reading Gremlin Noir
Faith of Our Fathers – What Pegman Saw
Pico Duarte, ©GoogleJuan Pablo Duarte, ©University of Bergen I stare up at the statue of the man who helped liberate my country so many years ago, and wonder if I am capable of the same. The Dominican flag that once flew proudly behind the bust of Juan Pablo Duarte is now little more than rags. … Continue reading Faith of Our Fathers – What Pegman Saw
Refuge — 3LineTales
The box truck's paint was faded, with numbers on the side that meant nothing to Daryl. The old beast ran, which was the only thing that really mattered; that one truth had saved his life more times that he cared to count. So, he built a home inside the cargo area, a place of refuge … Continue reading Refuge — 3LineTales
The Color of Kings — 3LineTales
The dark lord just did not appreciate good aesthetics--color and light in particular--no matter how hard Ur-Benu tried to convince her. Why must the sky always be a gloomy shade of gray or black, when purple was the color of kings? The orc concluded that his services would be better used elsewhere, and one day, … Continue reading The Color of Kings — 3LineTales
A Miscalculation – 3LineTales
Caterina watched the majestic polar bears, frolicking on dirty ground that should be paved with ice and snow. Little did she know, these creatures were placed in the arctic by hyper-intelligence beings from a distant star--close enough to keep an eye on mankind, but far enough away to be safe from the effects of the … Continue reading A Miscalculation – 3LineTales
Cold Vengeance – 3LineTales
Chomper stared at the snowy ground, fuming, contemplating revenge. James is going to pay for making me look like some sort of redneck surfer, he thought. He's overdue for a good bite, right on the butt--biting always works. *Written as a response to the Three Line Tales week 96 photo prompt. Author notes: I … Continue reading Cold Vengeance – 3LineTales
The Word for Planet is Asylum — 3LineTales
I feel guilty for not keeping up with the blog. Of course in my defense, there's been a lot going on. Good things, mostly (See: homepage) But still, I should try to do more, lest my writing (and thinking) muscles atrophy. So I'm jumping back in with 3LineTales this week. Here we go! Mancio pulled … Continue reading The Word for Planet is Asylum — 3LineTales
Ice Ice Raven – 3LineTales
Its name was Ice; of course it was. Kevin held his hand out to the bird, switching on his boombox with the other--Step back, collaborate and listen... The raven's dance moves were uncanny. *Written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 91 photo prompt. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rog8ou-ZepE
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