Susan had been waiting for this for what seemed like forever. The series finale of her TV show she had been watching for some time. It was going to be a bittersweet moment because part of her routine was going to be ending. Mind you, she would get the answers to the questions that I [...]
Tag: Flash Fiction
TLT: Working dog
photo by Fredrik Öhlander Dashing in the snow, First race in lead; came first. What a good sled dog I wrote this inspired by this week's three line tales and writing Wednesday.
100 word story: Abandoned
Photo by Alex Fedorenko @ Unsplash There was a time when I was useful. I only had one family that owned me, and I felt like I belonged. They used to wash my pristine blue paintwork and till I shone. I travelled to so many destinations and was a loyal servant. How was I repaid? [...]
Photo challenge: Just a shell?
Photo credit Sarah Whiley The shells littered the shoreline, but one seemed to call me. I don’t know what it was about the tiny shell that got my attention. Maybe because it was almost the same colour as the sand it was lying on. I knelt down to get a better view of it and [...]
Photo by Rendy Novantino on Unsplash This was just an experiment. A harmless brief experiment. Just what would happen if you exposed a toy to the irradiation of an x-ray machine for an extended amount of time? It was one of those questions that nobody asked, but yet people wanted to know. Just like those [...]
TLT: Twilight Streets
Day turns into night,Throngs arrive, seeking fun.Perfect hunting time. I wrote this inspired by this week's three line tales. (Well, technically last weeks!)
Energetic burst!Feel the rush of creation,Ideas start flowing. I wrote this in response to this week's writing Wednesday.
Zing printed out his latest masterpiece, then it could go to the agent. The creator of Zing patted the top of the screen like and grinned. It had taken him years to perfect the artificial intelligence needed to create a writer, but he had done it. The list of bestsellers proved it.Charles wondered if anybody [...]
Agonising waves, Washing me down the river, Slowly pulls me down.
Where did it come from?A tyre in surging water,The story left untold. Where did three line tales go?