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Three Line Tale: Sale

An astounding deal had been offered by the local mall, much to the shock or many and the delight of few.

Walk in with your old partner, and leave with a new man, the offer said.

If only, new discounted clothes could make a new man, the shoppers would have been happy!


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 163

Three Line Tale: Expression

They marched up to the town hall, chanting slogans against the oppressive government that sought to ban all avenues of expression.

They came face to face with the police force, all ready and lined up to deliver a state-commissioned thrashing to the protesters.

This time, they were not going to take it like all the previous times, for this time they were armed to tackle the police, and defeat them at their own violent game…


Word Count: 75

Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 160

 

Three Line Tale: Your Heart

Dear child, go ahead and live out your heart to the fullest and may nobody stop you from doing it.

But beware the little black people who reside within you, and guard your heart from them, little one.

They enjoy dragging your heart down and making it sink to the depths of dark waters and smile as they do it…


Word Count: 60

Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week #159

Three Line Tale: Fence

These fences trap me inside, away from my home and with fleeting contact with my family.

This maximum security prison cuts out all contact with the outside world inorder to ensure safety.

Then again, I am glad that I am trapped here among these animals, helping to keep scum like them inside, away from the world…


Word Count: 57

Prompt:

Three Line Tales Week 58

Flash Fiction: Bad Master

He was a bad master.

No two ways about it. He did not care for me. Did not think about the condition he kept me in. He did not spare any thought about how the roads he was forcing me on, were damaging me. He was blind to my pain and deaf to my pleas. Luckily, master was also dumb.

He left the satanic book lying around. I made sure to read it. Then one day, we were traveling together, I decided to make use of what I had learnt from the book. A hell-spawn appeared in front of us, dragged my master away, and made quick work of him. The flames emerging from his stomach took his soul straight to hell.

He should have never underestimated his glorious steed…


Word Count: 130

Prompts:

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles Feb 10, 2019

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Roads

Three Line Tale: Weight

I stand on the weighing scale of life, concentrating on my dreams, goals, ambitions, and all the people that I am fighting for.

I stand in the blizzard of hardships, the bitter weather crushing me down with all its force and weight.

Now, it remains to be seen, if my willpower weighs more, or the adversities that I face end up being heavier…


Word Count: 63

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 157

Three Line Tale: Pool Party

The pool looked alluring under the clear starry skies, catching the fancy of all eyes that gazed upon it.

I knew that no one would refuse an invitation to a party at my pool, simply because of its legendary reputation: The Helen among pools, if I may call it so.

A pity that the reputation would get tarnished soon, but then again, I think its a fair exchange for the elimination of all my business rivals through a quick electrocution…

 

Three Line Tale: Rescue

The siblings were playing joyously in the shallow water, as their parents sat back on the golden beach sand, enjoying a beautiful setting sun.

When the little kids noticed a drowning man in the sea, they called out to their parents and pointed in the direction, only in time to see the man’s head disappearing.

The worried family frantically called out to the life guards, pointing out the emergency, without realizing that they had not witnessed a drowning, they had witnessed Aquaman’s return to the ocean…


Word Count: 86

Prompt:

Three Line Tales #154

Three Line Tale: They Were All Yellow

If you enjoy writing flash fiction, why not participate in the Wacky Weekend Challenge?

It will be good fun! 😉

Now on to the story…


They were all tall, all not corpulent in the slightest, all bright, all waving in the air, but most of all, they were all yellow.

They stood much higher than the ground, zooming around in the air, with a smile on their face, in an attempt to make humans laugh and spread happiness.

The humans as detrimental as ever, captured the yellow aliens and bound them with ropes, and yet, the smiles never vanished from their yellow faces…


Word Count: 80

Prompts:

Three Line Tales, Week 152

FOWC with Fandango — Detrimental

RDP Thursday – CORPULENT

Flash Fiction: Christmas Toys

You make such cute toys, Santa.

Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to receive Christmas gifts from you. I wanted you to deliver gift-wrapped toys to me. I would look at all the other kids rejoice as they opened the wrapping and found that they had received the toys they wanted. However, I never got such gifts. I never got any Christmas toys from you, Santa.

Now, after so many years, I must admit, it does feel good to get such cute toys for Christmas. It makes me feel amazing. All warm and fuzzy. How does it make you feel, Santa?

How does it feel being turned into a toy? You and your favorite reindeer. How does it feel being my Christmas toys?


Word Count: 125

Prompts:

FFfAW Challenge – 196th

Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Rejoice