The serpentine body floated atop a pond of tar--except it wasn't a body, only those bits that were left behind after life had faded completely. Grey knew he needed to get back to his group, but couldn't help but wonder at the meaning of it all. So transfixed by the deathly image, he failed to see … Continue reading Death All Around – 3LineTales
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No Trace of the Offense – 3LineTales Week 81
(Photo by Cathal Mac) They gathered for dinner--drinking red wine from crystal glasses--and, his tongue loosened by the drink, Piero spoke his mind. His host showed no sign of concern, only asking for the pizza oven to be lit for the second course. Come morning, even Piero's ashes had be swept away. *Written as … Continue reading No Trace of the Offense – 3LineTales Week 81
A Chance at Twenty Big Ones!
I stumbled on to a little writing contest a couple weeks ago that looked too good to be true (is it?), so I thought what the heck and submitted. The contest is the "International Flash Fiction Competition" by the Fundación César Egido Serrano, an international organization that promotes words over violence "in all areas of public … Continue reading A Chance at Twenty Big Ones!
A March of Indignation – 3LineTales
Lord Bubblesworth strutted along the seawall, admiring the vastness of his domain, breathing in the salty air, eyeing the fish which hid just under the surface. He marched on, to his other palace, where the servants did not call him Bubblesworth. He was a lord, after all, and a lord could only bear so much … Continue reading A March of Indignation – 3LineTales
Resistance – 3LineTales Week 66
They came in the dead of night, dropping out of the sky like autumn snowflakes. With their guns they took our city, but a few of us escaped to resist their tyranny. A bomb on the transmission tower will let them know we are not done fighting! *Written as a response to the Three Line … Continue reading Resistance – 3LineTales Week 66
Inevitable – Three Line Tales
I see the golden glow. It pulls me in, towards its generous warmth; I cannot resist. Zap! *Written as a response to Three Line Tales, Week 64
A Wretched Sort of Desire – 3LineTales
Irina watched the young, handsome man returning to her--his powerful stride, his lean, fresh body with its smell of smoked ham. He was a good choice; he even came with his own truck. Of course, she would have to change the plates after she devoured him. *Spells! What is wrong with me these days? Get … Continue reading A Wretched Sort of Desire – 3LineTales
Give the People What They Want – 3LineTales
The crowd roared, chanting a chorus of indecipherable mumbles. They pushed forward, reaching out to touch the moisture and static which was building on the platform ahead. They stood by, unsaited, waiting for the blade to drop on the defiant sacrifice. *written as a response to the Three Line Tales week 55 photo prompt.
An Abrupt End – FFfAW 14 February
John shoved his way past the mob of scooters and motorbikes, vaulting over the last one and landing on running feet. The assassin was escaping. The crowd ahead was blustery, jeering at the violent wake left by the fleeing man. John had to catch him, had to bring back the ambassador's killer to face justice. The … Continue reading An Abrupt End – FFfAW 14 February
The Man Who Expected to Die – Friday Fictioneers, 3 February 2017
I watched the man cross the street through the glass eye of my high-powered rifle. He wasn't my target; he had nothing to do with me. I was here to kill a killer, not some guy in a faded wool coat. Then he turned his head up towards me; understanding restructured his face. Instead of running, he … Continue reading The Man Who Expected to Die – Friday Fictioneers, 3 February 2017
JM Williams 