Sunset glowed red, Weary feet headed home. Darkness promised rest. I wrote this in response to this week's three-line tales
Tag: Writing prompt
SPF: The sculpture
There was one of those human sculptures in the local park. My partner, Michael, thought it would be funny to make them break out of character if it was only for a moment. It would be my job to video everything so that Michael could find himself an overnight sensation on the Internet. I got [...]
TLT: The fort
The hidden Fortress, The secret waiting for foes. Pity steps were so clear. I wrote this in response to 3 line tales
TLT: Questions
Just a normal wall, One man defying gravity. Could it be the shoes? I wrote this in response to this week's three-lined tales.
Tiny Tuesday – Afterlife
Afterlife Contacts by myjavier007 on DeviantArt When I died, I never thought I would still be around to listen and watch while other people reacted. The entire experience was enlightening because I got to see that I wasn’t as popular and liked as I had always believed. What had I done wrong? I [...]
SPF: Deal too far
Photo courtesy of Morguefile “Honey, you went believe the deal I’ve found down at the scrapheap!” William was brimming over with excitement as he rushed through the door. “Where are you?” There was a sigh as his wife lifted herself from the couch. “Coming.” She shuffled her heavily pregnant form down the hallway. He propelled her [...]
TLT: Rule breaker
photo by Raúl Nájera via Unsplash The path was calling, A sign warned me to stop. I never listened. I wrote this in response to this week's three line tales.
WW: Meeting
This is a fictional meeting I think would have happened behind the scenes at number 10 this week! While he was watching his chief adviser addressing everyone in the gardens, Boris let his face drop into his hands. Finally, he knew exactly what everyone must stop them thinking when he was talking to the [...]
#FFFC: The shop
Debbie walked to the front of her shop and felt a shock at finding everything covered in newspaper. They weren’t closing down until next week, so confused didn’t even cover her feelings as she felt for the keys in her pocket. Just as her fingers touched the icy edge of the keys her eyes spotted [...]
SPF: Perfection
Photo courtesy of Morguefile Melissa looked down at the keys resting in her palm before looking up again at the cottage. Was she dreaming again? It did not seem like it was happening. “Seriously?” Melissa questioned her husband, Andrew, who was standing beside her. “We own this?” He hesitated then. This was not the enthusiastic response [...]
